Monday, October 14, 2019

The Early Fall

All the peeps who love Fall love it because it's . . . beautiful? Or dry as an old shoe?

Or both?

But no. I'm getting much better at life and I understand that Time Flies and that Fall is not the end of something . . . oh, wait. Yes it is. It's the end of Summer.

But no, what I'm trying to say is that even there is not a shred of humidity in the air for the foreseeable future, I'm okay with it.

Okay-ish.

Because things in Fall really are beautiful.

Our own garden is gorgeous of course, but we were out at Harkness yesterday and it is truly spectacular out there . . .

See? Even the monarchs love it . . .

The gardens are full of purple balls . . . 

. . .  and puff balls . . .


. . . and all classes of gorgeousness . . .

. . . like monarchs . . .

. . . and 110-year-old trees.

But, frankly, things were better when we got home. Things are always better when we get home. I mean, we try; we do. We go out into the world and we enjoy it but by God when we get home . . .

. . . we're happy to arrive . . .

. . . to enjoy our own brand of loveliness.

Because the thing is . . .


. . . we have a seriously beautiful Early Fall brand of loveliness in our Garden . . .

. . . and we also occasionally find this nugget among the blossoms . . .

. . . and there is nothing in the garden or in the Field or at Harkness or on God's green earth that is more adorable.

Monday, October 7, 2019

Inspiring

You know who inspires me?

These two. Ellen, our past TBBCF Walk Director, and Kate, our current Walk Director.

And what a Walk it was. The 14th Annual, and the best ever.

(And every single one of these photos came from Ellen so I'm even more inspired.)

You know who else inspires me?

Ellen and Anne, previous Walk directors, and Foundation co-creator Sandy, in from the very start, and still deeply involved year after year after year .  . .

. . . just like this inspiration. My personal reason for joining this Foundation 14 years ago. The one and only MartyJoCo . . .

And other women who inspire me?

These guys. The husbands of our women. Who become honorary women on Walk Day.

God I love these honorary women . . .

. . . and their women (Pat and Lisa, more previous Walk directors).

The Brodeur Family is a class act and an amazing crew of lovely, gracious, thankful and wonderful people . . .

. . . and Terri's kids amaze. They've grown up before our very eyes.

Inspiring.

And they are part of the pack of the world's most inspiring people . . .

. . . the walkers . . .

. . . okay, and the bicyclists . . .

. . . and the spirit crews . . .

. . . because they are just so cute . . .

. . . but mostly it's the walkers . . .

. . . they walk miles and miles and miles . . .

. . . through neighborhoods and streets and towns, all for the single solitary reason of funding Breast Cancer Research . . .

. . . it is an Inspiring Foundation . . .

. . . and I'm proud to watch the sun rise the first Saturday of every October, and join these inspiring, dedicated volunteers and walkers who raise money to fight this stupid, mean, nasty disease.

They're inspiring.

The first weekend of every October also celebrates another woman who inspires daily . . .

photo cred: Mistah, not Ellen S.
. . . this one.

Happy Birthday, Mom.

Thank you, all you inspiring women . . .

. . . you inspire me.

Monday, September 30, 2019

The Art Park, Hygienic Style . . .

We say goodbye to another summer at the incredible and inimitable Hygienic Art Park . . .

. . . where all the magic happens . . .

. . . especially when I co-bartend with this one.


Tamara is *the* best . . .

. . . and so are my other co-bartendy friends.

The Hygienic is a jewel and a gem and magic and special and important and lovely and fun and just so stinking cool . . . 

. . . and Saturday night's Petty Palooza was off the charts. The Rivergods crushed it.


 It's been like that all summer . . .

. . . one great show after another . . .

Thanks to our fearless leaders . . .

photo cred: Vinnie Scarano

. . . and their fun-loving side-kick . . .

. . . and our fearsome volunteers . . .

. . . and our adorable customers . . .

. . . and to the one and only Whaling City.

Meet you back outside at the Art Park in the Spring.