Week 40 - Vision: Classic Novel

October 3, 2018 (276/365) • Week 40 - Vision: Classic Novel #dogwood52 #dogwoodweek40

“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter--tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.... And one fine morning-- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Week 25 - Technical: Starburst

June 18, 2018 (169/365) • Week 24 - Technical: Starburst

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“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

In the fall...

September 22, 2016 (266/366) Happy First Day of Fall!

Maybe it's because my life runs on an academic calendar, but fall really does feel like more of a beginning than an end. 

It's time for:

  • crisp mornings with low-lying fog.

  • clear, starry nights by the fire.

  • brilliant foliage that changes every day.

  • long walks in the woods with the smell and sound of the dried leaves beneath my feet.

  • bundling up in cozy sweaters, scarves, skirts, tights, and comfy boots... I just feel more "me" at this time of year.

  • Sunday afternoon football games.

  • hot cider, coffee, tea, and bold red wines.

  • hearty soups, roasted pumpkin seeds, and apple pie.

  • observing, reflecting, planning, starting over...

Not Daisy

March 9, 2015 {68/365} "Daisy"

Yesterday, we were leaning towards "Daisy" for our puppy's name. I like the literary reference, but Daisy Buchanan is not a great female role model. After another day with our little girl, we've discovered that she is definitely not a delicate little flower or "a beautiful little fool !" She's so brave and busy!  So, Daisy is off the list. We have all but decided on a name and will share as soon as we are completely certain.


March 8, 2015 {67/365} "Puppy"

It was totally unplanned. We didn't mean to do it, but she chose us. For months (years?), my brother, Eric's mom, and our nephews have been encouraging (pestering?) us to get a dog. We argued that we (I?) weren't ready; We don't have children, so we don't need to be tied down to a dog...so many reasons why not. But yesterday, when we went to see the parents of some soon-to-be-born beagles, one of whom the Larsons hope adopt, this one little girl, the only one left of her siblings, stole our hearts.  I really didn't want to love her so much, but she made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that she was coming home with us. 

Over the past 36 hours, she met all of her grandparents, aunties, Uncle Rob (I blame him!), and three cousins; she slept through her first night at home without a peep; she met several neighbors, human and canine; she went shopping for food and toys, played hard, and napped hard...it's been a big weekend!

So she is ours, and I apologize in advance for the plethora of photos that we'll be sharing as she grows up, but she still needs a name.  We had some in mind until we discovered that many of her friends already have those names. We do have a few more ideas:

  • Nautical: Dory (a small bottomed boat); Many might think of Dory in Finding Nemo, but if she "talks" like other dogs we know, we can say she speaks "whale"! She is also from two Door County families.

  • French: Coquette (little flirt) or Coco (Chanel)

  • Literary: Daisy (as in Buchanan from one of my favorite novels, The Great Gatsby)

  • Other ideas: Piper, Lucy,...?

Help, she really needs a name!  What do you think?

French Friday: La Rentrée

La Rentrée -- back-to-school, the end of les grandes vacances, "the reentry"-- I love this French expression! August in Paris is quieter due to the mass exodus of French citizens retreating to the countryside, the mountains, or the sea, leaving tourists in their wake. The French take their vacations quite seriously. Time away is deemed necessary for one's physical and mental health, in turn making time at work even more productive. Granted most Americans don't have five weeks of federally-mandated paid vacation, but whether we get away from our normal routines for a month, a week, or even just an extended weekend, the pace of life changes in the summertime. The days are longer. We spend more time outside. We slow down to be with family and friends, to linger over a meal or a beverage, to watch the sun set, the moon rise, the stars and the fireflies flicker. Yet, one day near the end of August, we start to feel another shift. It's subtle, but if we pay close attention, we notice that the sun is lower in the sky, the mornings are chilly, and the leaves have lost their vibrant verdancy, preparing for even more vivid color. C'est la rentrée!

As much as I relish summer's languid pace, late August makes me eager for change. As Jordan Baker told Daisy Buchanan, “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” (F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby). I love the cooler weather, the cozy sweaters, fires in the fireplace, hot cider, and football games. School starts on Monday, and even though I never really left this summer, I'm almost ready for The Reentry. But first, my own annual ritual, my personal holiday: Il dolce far niete (I know it's not French, but Italian is a beautiful language too). Each summer I take one day before school starts again to enjoy "the sweetness of doing nothing!" Today's the day: coffee on the deck, the September issues, blogging and online shoe shopping this morning, followed by a back-to-school mani-pedi and The Hundred Foot Journey this afternoon. Then I'll be ready for La Rentrée.