Bring out the rabbit plates --except this one might be a hare? or a leopard wearing bunny ears?
Things of great importance: the mint is sprouting little roots, and the orchid hs bloomed for a second time. Horticultural Society Diary was a Christmas present so much enjoyed.
Two social events in one week? Gosh.
Take 8th Avenue bus to 42nd Street in late afternoon. No cabs around at all, so hike up to Bryant Park
where lots and lots of people are relaxing and chatting and eating and taking photos.
Arrive at Andaz Hotel much in need of a drink.
Said drink is some sort of swanky cocktail with vodka and pomegantate (I think). Wonderful anyway.
Admire all the gazillion bottles of wine which are a decorative element too.
The elegant party is for fellow blogger Francisca Matteoli's new book all about retreats in splendid parts of the world like the Maldives and Kenya, and Tuscany (where Edith Wharton went to study the gardens for a book).What fun studying Tuscan gardens must be. A lovely well researched book.
Here's Francisca answering questions about it.
I emerge on to 41st Street two cocktails later to be greeted by Patience looking a bit disapproving. Oh well!
The dinasaur looks a pretty shifty character to me -- look how he has his foot on the boy in the field.
He lives in the castle along with the other creatures.
If you give him enough play dough to eat, you'll probably be safe for a while.
The first snow this year (unless you count the freak mini-storm in October).
At seven in the morning it's still pretty dark.
The trees look mysterious
with the two men returning from walking their dog.
Our dog ( suitably booted against the ice-melt they throw down)
the dog's friend Enzo
a horribly chilly looking bench
and heading home with miserably icy hands.
Saturday afternoon
Neo Rauch show at David Zwerner Gallery.
I'm so glad I can just look at the pictures and not have to say anything clever about them.
we see a girl whose clothes --quite by chance --echo those in the painting
strange indeed
how people seem to float on air in this big white space!
After a while the dog loses interest and wonders when we are going home.
This blog has too much foliage and too many vegetables. A corrective.
Not a single blade of grass
however the ghost of APPLE written very high up on the central tower.
All shot throught the filthy LIRR train window as we approach Penn Station.
Sidewalk chalk is excellent stuff and to be encouraged. Elephants and a rocketship. Such stuff as dreams are made on.
A friend brought me this cotton boll from Alabama. I think it is very beautiful though I rather doubt I would have thought so if I had to pick cotton. I digresss.
On Saturday we were helping with a stall at a flea market and I was looking round our spare apartment for stuff to get rid of.
This character, Mr Samuel Worsley, who has lived in my desk for some years, had this miniature done in 1821 . He seems to have lived in Orwell in Suffolk and looks a little like Wordsworth.
He was almost certainly married to poor Sarah ( above) who died aged 55 years. Where he looks bland beyond bland, she seems rather pinched and miserable. I cannot imagine how they came into my mother's possession unless they were relatives of some distant sort. However, I do not feel I can ditch them to the tender mercies of people who will feel even less connection to them than I do.
Item: two slightly sentimentally sweet French prints of children playing with animals. Kate Greenaway meets toile, much beloved by my grandmother.
I can't ditch those either.
New Yorkers are notoriously impatient. We saw one wearing a t-shirt with the title slogan above yesterday. When we lived in Italy we always loved the expression "Vengo Subito" which loosely translates as......immediately, well...when I get to it.
This dog was being very patient while his master drank his coffee, while we were being very impatient waiting to get back into our apartment after the floors were sanded and sealed.
From our exile-apartment we could spy on people lining up waiting to get into the Barney's warehouse sale.
Most of them had the brains to bring hand-held devices....
It must be rather fun to be fun fast cheap and easy.
The last two pictures are nothing to do with anything except I liked the colors.
The wall of the seminary garden on 20th Street.
We are now back home sitting round waiting for Hurricane Irene.
Have bought lots of food.........
Happy Weekend.
The longest day of the year
when summer approaches, and the year tips towards its decline
a little triste, of course and causing one to think melancholy thoughts
oh my!
and the castle in the sand, built for the day only
though the dog, at home,
is pondering taking out a subscription to the New Yorker at 75% off the cover price
and the avocado is ripe for the next meal.
A day of teeming, interminable rain
which reminded me of the opening line of Jane Eyre......"There was no possibility of taking a walk that day"
Even a local rabbit looked damp and despondent.
So we sat in the drawing room and played Scrabble as Spring looked on
as did Summer
and Autumn. History does not relate what happened to Winter.
The next day the rain had abated enough to allow for a walk in the woods
though everything was terribly soggy.
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