Freeform Friday: Bookclub/Champagne Ladies & 70 Years Later

Back To The Garden

I spent the evening with my Bookclub/Champagne Ladies last night. A soul-refreshing and welcome respite from the daily grind.

We gathered at Kath's, aka Soy Goddess, on the hill in Kensington where we took time to visit her garden which supplies not only her household, but her restaurant Blue Moon Evolution in Exeter, NH.

It rained all day, but it cleared up ever so nicely, just in time for the garden tour and sunset.

Here's Kath/Soy Goddess, Laurel/Pearl, and Carey/Martha. Oh, and Otis' butt.

And Kath, Me, and Carey (taken by Pearl).

Of course you can bring champagne on a garden tour!

Oh, and the view. Did I mention the view? Another Big Sky view like Andrea's in yesterday's post.

The garden hostess. Always on the hunt for weeds.

Next time I'll have my camera in hand, not just my phone.

Then the sun started to set.

Ah.

And one more glimpse of the view as we headed back to the house.

Thanks Kath.

I needed that.


Freeform Friday

As I was choosing something to go along with the garden tour, I thought immediately of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young's Back to the Garden at Woodstock and found this great footage.  Click here if you're reading via email.






When it got the end, they'd tagged on Find The Cost of Freedom - with this refrain 'find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground, Mother Earth will swallow you, lay your body down'.  A chilling sentiment and fitting today, the 70th Anniversary of D Day. The day in which allied forces stormed the beaches at Normandy. Casualties for the Allied forces, on the first day alone, were at least 12,000, with 4,414 confirmed dead. That is the horrifically sad, and tragic cost of freedom. Click here if you're reading via email.





In honor of those who fought in the invasion and especially those who gave their lives for the freedom of others on this day 70 years ago today, and never got home to their sweethearts, a song that was beloved during the war, probably because it helped the soldiers think of happier times at home. Click here if you're reading via email.






God bless them all.


Have a great Friday and an even better weekend.

Ciao for now,

What I Had Planned

Pins and Needles


So I put together Pin Worthy post featuring some of my favorite Pinterest pins. Then, a glitch. When I went to save my graphic, lines running through things.

Bummer.

I'll be trying to figure out what the heck is going on for tomorrow's post, but for now.

This.....................a break from the work in front of you.

The 'so called Blue Moon' this week. I call it so called, because there was a definition I'd never heard of which says, that if a season has four full moons, the third is a full moon. The only definition I'd known before was the second full moon in a month. But who am I to argue.

It was pretty. And it wasn't really blue. It was pink.

I caught it setting over the field yesterday morning.

and last night.............

Sunset Meadows

Better?

Now, back to our regularly scheduled work load.

I do hope you enjoy the day. It's a summer hot one here. Pool later. For sure.

Ciao for now,

Freeform Friday

More On The Moon

The response to my Neil Armstrong post keeps coming. I love that so many of us remember it. It's good for us to talk about it and rememnicse so that those who don't remember it know just what a monumental moment in our history it was.

My father sent me this story (source Urban Legends and my father's memory) this morning and it was too funny not to share.  Apparently Mr. Armstrong had a pretty good sense of humor in addition to everything else he had going for him. 

"When Apollo Mission Astronaut Neil Armstrong first walked on the moon, he not only gave his famous "one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind" statement but followed it by several remarks, usual communication traffic between him, the other astronauts and Mission Control. Just before he re-entered the lander, however, he made this remark 'Good luck Mr.Gorsky'. 

Many people at NASA thought it was a casual remark concerning some rival Soviet Cosmonaut. However, upon checking, there was no Gorsky in either the Russian or American space programs. Over the years many people questioned Armstrong as to what the "Good luck Mr. Gorsky" statement meant, but Armstrong always just smiled.

On July 5, 1995 in Tampa Bay FL, while answering questions following a speech, a reporter brought up the 26 year old question to Armstrong. This time he finally responded. Mr. Gorsky had finally died and so Neil Armstrong felt he could answer the question.

When he was a kid, he was playing baseball with a friend in the backyard.His friend hit a fly ball, which landed in the front of his neighbor's bedroom windows. His neighbors were Mr. & Mrs. Gorsky.

As he leaned down to pick up the ball, young Armstrong heard Mrs.Gorsky shouting at Mr. Gorsky. "Sex! You want sex?! You'll get sex when the kid next door walks on the moon!"

It's just too much, that amidst everything else that Armstrong had to remember that day to land safely, he remembered this moment in time from his childhood and gave Mr. Gorsky a nod. 

Speaking of the moon again...did you catch sight of the Blue Moon?  It's big and full and bright.

Work at the desk today. I'm designing and email campaign and working on a brochure design. Then of course the obligatory pool time with our Dublin visitors. Oh how I wish I'd had a camera in my hand for the moment my brother in law plopped my godson in the pool water yesterday. The expression on his face was priceless.  Tonight we'll probably be out at the campfire. Maybe we'll even roast a marshmallow or two.

Freeform Friday

Well, this was an easy pick given what we've been talking about this week on the Muse and what's happening.  Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba Dang, dang, dang, dang Dang, da, ding, dong Blue moon blue blue moon.

Make it a good one,

To The Moon and Back

via bluemoonevolution

It Really Wasn't That Long of a Trip

Hi guys. Hope this finds you all well. I'm a little late today with the Muse. If I can't get the settings right, you may not get this to tomorrow. I seem to have a hard time with that if I post after a certain time, but I'll do my best.

This morning I was off to a meeting at Blue Moon Evolution, my friend Kath's Cafe & Restaurant to discuss some marketing initiatives for the coming weeks.  Kath's place is all about local, organic, or shall we say, real food. It's always a treat to dine there and see what Chef Ted has on the menu. It also makes me happy to know that our meal has been sourced 'as locally and organically' as possible, and that quite often it's from our farmer-neighbors or fisherman-neighbors just up the road a bit.

I just thought I'd give you a brain break, with some pictures of the ever lovely and delicious Blue Moon.

The bookcase always has such pretty displays. Today the tulips made me smile.

The mason jars were sweet too.

We met before the place was hopping this morning. At night Blue Moon Evolution is transformed from cafe, to wonderful restaurant with a warm, nearly romantic atmosphere. It's beautiful during the day, but even more so at night.

The salad bar, the best around, is an abundance of color and goodness.

 

People drive miles and miles for the super green kale salad. Talk about a powerhouse.

 Quinoa salad anyone? An ancient grain you must try. My favorite is in the back, tofu salad. I love that stuff.  Who knew I'd ever love tofu salad?

What? You need some dessert? OK. I'm not even sure what these were called because I had to walk away. Fast.

Last but not least, 'Soy Goddess', aka Kath, my gal pal and the woman behind Blue Moon.

This woman makes things happen. It's a joy to be a part of and witness. Plus, she's a super friend which makes her A#1 in my book.

How's your day going? Mine has been busy, busy. Can you feel it? The buzz that is? Things are happening here. Good things. I'll be able to share a few with you soon.

carpe diem, 

PS- I also received my grand-niece's birthday present in the mail today which I purchased from an etsy friend. Can't say who or what as it might spoil the surprise. I will say this, it is so-darn-stinkin'-cute I can hardly stand it.