I’ve missed you

I can’t believe I haven’t written since Sunday. Have you missed me? (Because I’ve missed you). I hadn’t taken any photos at all since this weekend when my friends were visiting, so today I made myself pick up the camera and I walked around the house and took 34 photos, most of which were trash.


I’m just being honest here. This is about as exciting as it gets here on the hill.


These are the ones I’ll share with you today.





Some little flowers I put in a vase in the upstairs bathroom for my guests.


I think you should have fresh flowers when guests come to spend the night.


Well, that and plenty of good food, some wine, fresh sheets . . .







It’s raining but it’s not pouring. I took this photo standing in the upstairs hallway.






Then I walked a few steps over to the staircase, and I see that someone is waiting for me at the bottom.


Flashback ~




Here he is at the top of the stairs, taken almost two years ago . . .


I want a perfect soul






Flowers in the kitchen.


Which reminds me . . .


Earlier this month, a person introducing herself as Ree Drummond’s assistant e-mailed me to tell me that Ree wanted to send me one of her new cookbooks. She wondered if I’d like it autographed, as well.

I was pretty surprised, and terribly flattered, and told her I would absolutely love a copy. I have Ree’s first cookbook, which is beautiful, and when this one came in the mail last week, I was even more impressed than I was with the first.






This is a gorgeous cookbook. The recipes are simple, delicious-looking, and so easy to follow with their step-by-step pictures (all taken by Ree). What a huge project this must have been for her to complete.






And I love the autograph.

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On another note, I was saddened to hear about the death of Davy Jones today and have just finished watching the tribute on the nightly news. I was 10 years old and living in Margate, NJ when the Monkees first aired in 1966. I absolutely loved that show and had a bit of a crush on Micky Dolenz (when all my other friends were in the Davy Jones’ camp).  I hadn’t realized that in 1967, the Monkees sold more albums than the Beatles and the Rolling Stones combined.


They were huge back then.


Here’s the intro from the first season of the TV show. This is a blast from the past.

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Thanks for stopping by today. Until tomorrow, my friends . . .