I have some new neighbors!
Aren't they cute? The babies are so tiny, I almost missed them as they plodded through the brush to the water, following their mom for a swimming lesson and a spot of dinner!
I took a walk on MSU's campus and enjoyed a look at another part of campus -- spring blooms are waning a bit but still, nature is its best work of art. Meanwhile, I decided to do a bit of art of my own.
That small photo of Rick and our Littlest Grand at Easter is one of my favorites. There is a gentle poignance of a small boy -- not even three -- holding grandpa's hand. Best of all, it has no faces to it made a worthy painting subject! Monique's "Paris People" were such an inspiration!
Our unseasonably warm weather took a dip downwards this past week. I'm worried about the flowering trees and my young budded flowers, many of which will be covered with sheets or beach towels tonight. We are expecting snow -- not much, but still -- snow? It won't stay. But it's a good time for a few inside things. Time to be cozy.
Time to finish that dreadfully difficult jigsaw puzzle. I got down to about 10 pieces and couldn't make them fit. (It was in that green tree on the right.) They all more or less looked the same and some could fit in multiple places. I actually messaged New Yorker puzzle guru Claudia Hill-Sparks of Mockingbird Cottage to talk me down on FB.
Then I turned around and looked back at the puzzle and it fell into place. No doubt about it -- these New Yorker puzzles are hard. But finishing is so rewarding!
Time for Netflix and telly. I almost cried when we finished watching "Schitt's Creek." I will miss these characters and this accpeting, gentle town in which they live. Watching these characters evolve over their six seasons was just lovely. I wasn't sure I'd like it after the first episode or two -- but oh, I do and I'll miss it! (You will note Lizzie on a lap. It doesn't happen often. And it doesn't last long. Head locks help.)
Spring is still popping here and will continue for a bit. Peter Rabbit is in his element!
My daffodils are looking good.
And they smell fabulous -- especially these! Are they nasturtium? So many varieties!
My lettuce is doing well and very nearly time to be divided and thinned out. That will be this weekend's chore!
Time to read -- I'm reading Rennie Airth's first "John Madden" mystery, "River of Darkness," and it's a good character. He's a post WWI veteran and Scotland Yard detective called in on a baffling case in a small town. Sometimes when I'm very lucky, I have a reading companion!
And sometimes, she's just a princess.
A few decor upgrades. Most of the bunnies are gone -- but not all!
And my vintage people are welcoming spring, too
Thee three mice are not by me -- I wish they were -- but I keep them out for inspiration. Right now I'm felting birds again.
So, it's is being a lovely spring, cozy, cheery, laid back.
Lizzie and I like it that way! We'll cozy down till it warms up!
And I hope that's soon!
There are several "families," they seem to travel in pairs, and (I assume the male) continually taking offense at any potential interloper.
The redwing black birds in force and singing their song endlessly! I've yet to see the cedar wax wings I love but I'm sure they'll be there soon.
We are lucky to have cardinals year round here. They're one of my favorites!
I'm assuming someone planted daffodils here and there -- they don't seem to grow by themselves.
Here's a question for some of my blog friends who are more nature experts than I. Any ideas what this netted structure with the yellow pieces beside it (not enclosed) might be? It's the first year I've ever seen it. It's gone now, so whatever its purpose, it seems to be over.
I'm not sure what this is all about, but it appears to be a relatively well attended memorial, there year round for the past year or two.
Across from the pond is the neighborhood golf course. If you look closely you can see quite the gathering of geese. I'm sure the golfers just love this!
The squirrels seem busier than ever! This one was checking me out as I was taking my walk.
That bright forsythia in the background makes me smile!
And speaking of forsythia, here's what might be a last look, Most is getting it's green leaves now. I'll miss this cheery bush which always heralds the beginning of spring.
We haven't seen as many redbuds this year. They're a favorite of mine and when I do see one, it's cause for rejoicing!
Things are greening up. It's definitely spring, despite a chill that has come in over the past week. But my sure sign of spring has appeared.
Harry the Heron is back!
And he's hungry!
Harry is clearly an expert fisher-bird!
I've been told he has been back for a bit.
But in my world, it isn't thoroughly spring until I've seen my Big Bird myself!
Pretty soon the foliage at the ditch will fill in, the grasses become tall and the leaves thick. It may be harder to see some of the birds or onto the island where the deer live.
But for now? I'll take it!
As we roll into spring I wanted to recap a few of my favorite books of the winter, listed in no particular order.
When my friend Suzanne included this in a package of books she sent to me during lockdown, I glanced at the cover and thought it would be a memoir or autobiography of actor Robert J. Wagner, who shows up regularly in "Hart to Hart" reruns. Well, it is a memoir, but less of the actor himself or his career than of Hollywood, specifically Hollywood in the Golden Age, which he defines as largely the 20s through the 40s and winding down in the 50s.
He begins with looking at the greater Hollywood area, including Brentwood, Bel Air and Beverly Hills and how it was developed from farm land and built by many who would find their careers in the film business -- the studio moguls, the art directors and designers and more. Then he segues into names that lovers of classic films will know as he looks at the homes of Hollywood's actors and movers and shakers, how they played, the parties they threw, how the styles evolved, the role of the press, the restaurants and nightclubs and what went on behind the scenes.
It's a dishy book, but not a malicious way or the way one might expect. Instead, it is a mix of memories and Hollywood history, seen through the eyes of a once young actor and those he worked with and admired, including James Cagney, Jimmy Stewart, Spencer Tracy, Clifton Webb, Laurence Olivier, Billy Wilder, Barbara Stanwyck, Harold Lloyd, Carol Lombard, Fred Astaire and the studio moguls and designers.
"I've spent a lot of time here talking about place, about ambience, but I have to be honest -- when I think of those days, I think mostly of people," he says in the book's concluding chapter. It is a surprisingly loving memoir, not of Wagner, but of a city and was a delightful surprise.
Classic movie fans and Broadway musical lovers will probably be familiar with "Auntie Mame," the book that inspired the movie of the same title with Rosalind Russell and the musical "Mame." But if you are like me, you never read the book. If you are in need of laugh out loud moments (yes, I really did), then get a copy of this one right now!
Dennis recounts in first person the story of a little boy who, upon the death of his father, is sent to live with his Bohemian aunt in a New York City penthouse in the 1920s (?) She is as over the top as one could imagine with a cadre of friends (including actress Vera Charles, Mame's best friend) and a progressive group of artists and educators that sets young Patrick's trustee, Mr. Babcock, into a frenzy.
The chapters recount specific moments as Patrick grows up and the people who are part of his life -- the Japanese house boy, Ito; Mame's secretary, Agnes Gooch; her husband, Jackson Beauregard Pickett Burnside; and his various girlfriends. But the real story is the relationship between the boy and later, young man, and his magical aunt -- one filled with love, laughter, daring and joy.
There are some uncomfortable stereotypes (consider the period in which it was written) but it is clear that Mame loves everyone -- and is fiercely loyal, enough so to stand up to the parents of Patrick's fiancee and their preference for "restricted" neighborhoods, as well as her protection of Ito during WWII. This one was so worth every minute spent reading it, I'd read it again.
Mitch Albom is not only a regular columnist of the Detroit Free Press but the author of many best sellers including "Tuesdays with Morrie" and "The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto." His newest, "Finding Chika," may be his most personal. Non-fiction, it is the true story of Chika, whom Albom and his wife, Janine, took from the Haitian orphanage they sponsor after an earthquake when the medical system in Haiti could not handle her special needs.
Chika is a handful -- lively, funny, stubborn, opinionated, and so very determined. Her time with Mitch and his Janine is filled with medical appointments and a variety of therapies, but also with loads of joy and even more love. As they travel the world, searching for a cure for an inopearble brain tumor, Chika makes friends wherever she goes but no one is more affected or touched than the Alboms.
Albom writes in first person, looking back at this time with intermittent visits from Chika, his muse and inspiration. You swear you won't cry when you read this -- that you know what is coming and you WILL NOT CRY. No one knows how to guide reader emotions better than Albom. But then the tears come. And they feel good, because you know that two people -- and a world of others -- made the last years of one spunky little girl better. And equally important, she did that and more for all she touched.
Suppose you were on holiday and found, in your lodging, a manuscript of a book that so moved you, you had to find out more. Who wrote it? And how did it get into the drawer of a night stand in a small, season hotel on the Brittany coast?
Told in a series of letters and emails by the manuscript's founder, Anne Lise, and others, the provenance of the manuscript is traced back to its author, with each step of the manuscript's journey touching one more person in profound and life-changing ways.
If you have enjoyed some of the novels of one of my favorites, Antoine Lurain, ("The Red Notebook," "The President's Hat," "The Portrait"), I think you'll find this one a total delight.
If you love Great Britain as much as I do and follow Mike Biles' blog, A Bit About Britain, then you may be familiar with this, his second book. It takes Britain's high days and holidays chronologically and illuminates each with history, traditions, the occasional recipe and best of all, his witty, deprecating humor that makes one feel as though they are in conversation with him.
A confession: I thought I'd read this book in order -- read about New Year's in January, Robbie Burns night in February, St. Patrick's Day in March, and so on. And I started out that way. But by the time I got to St. Patrick's Day, I was once again so captivated by Mike's style that I just kept going. I learned a lot -- and had great fun at the same time!
Karin Fossum is a relatively new-to-me author. Set in Norway, "In the Darkness" is the first in her series of novels featuring the widowed Inspector Seger.
One of the interesting elements of this novel is that probably half of it is told in flashback. It begins as a woman and her daughter spot the body of a drowned man as they are walking by a river. When Seger is brought into the case they learn the drowning was not accidental but the victim of a violent crime. Could it be linked to another murder the Seger's team is investigating, that of a well-known prostitute?
The first portion of the book deals with Seger's investigation. But when he has his suspect, the true story unfolds and is told in flashback. It's intriguing and interesting -- and makes me eager for another by this author.
OK, another Charles and Diana book. That is so 1980s, isn't it? So is this book by royal correspondent James Whitaker. To be honest, I didn't have high hopes but it looked like a quick and easy read at the time (it was) and I'd just finished a couple of mysteries. I wanted something quick that would fit in my purse to read while waiting for doc appointments. Something that, if I abandoned it, I wouldn't feel bad about doing so! What was surprising is that it struck me as reasonably well researched (as well researched and unbiased as a royal correspondent might be) and revealed some things new to me from the other books and coverage I read on these two so many years ago. Everyone has an opinion, but this one seemed to be relatively balanced.
Donna Leon's Guido Brunetti mysteries are set in Venice and I've written about them before. So far I'm ready for number eight in the series and this past winter read two of them, "Quietly in their Sleep" and "A Noble Radiance." I won't go into detail here, other than to say neither disappointed and I look forward to the next book in the series.
This is the part of Hill's mysteries featuring Simon Serrailler. Again, I won't go into detail because I've written about these books before. I will say that this series keeps getting better and better and the characters evolve in each entry. Serrailler is a complicated detective (aren't they all?) and the books also include wonderful insights into his family, his pasts and his relationships, while solving deeply complex murders. Start with the first one.
This is one of those vintage 1950s mysteries featuring the unlikely amateur detectives, Pam and Jerry North (who fortunately have a real NYC detective as their best friend). Jerry is a publisher and Pam is as scatterbrained as you might expect the heroine of a 1950s mystery series to be (but surprisingly intuitive and usually the lynchpin to a good solving!). This one involves a dictation record (anyone remember those?) that might reveal a murderer. It's good fun and a fast read if you can find these. (Bonus points if you can find the version on the right -- with the classic old-time covers!)
From the 1950s, step back a few decades into a British Crime classic. Inspector French is confounded by the murder of one who works for a diamond merchant. In his quest to discover who killed him and how it was done in this locked room, French travels to France, Switzerland, Amsterdam and back to England in a well conceived, baffling case. These classics are wonderful reads, even if the writing styles are, on occasion, are dated. It doesn't matter. The mystery holds up and this is worth a read.
So, that's it for now! More to come but so far, a fun reading year!
Oh, spring. You go to bed one night and the next day it is everywhere -- spring green draping the branches of trees, magnolia blossoms open and welcoming, flowers everywhere.
Back in 1977 when my mom lay in her hospital bed, only a week or so from death on April 21, one of my cousins came to visit. She was an MSU graduate so after visiting mom, we went by her old dorm and walked on campus when the trees were in bloom. It was an early spring and added extra beauty to that day.
|My cousin, Sue, in 1977, in mid-April on MSU's campus|
There have been other early springs. Last year was not one of them. When Rick and I went walking on the MSU campus on Mother's Day in mid-May, the flowering trees had only just bloomed and the trillium was plentiful. (I wrote about that HERE.)
|Rick at the reflecting pool, mid-May, 2020.|
This year -- even earlier than that visit from my cousin Susan fourty-four years ago -- things seemed to pop overnight. I may have missed some of the best of it, but it was still pretty good! Yesterday I took a long walk on the university campus and while the trees were still in bloom, I think I missed the trillium. And the redbuds are nearly done.
When we walked last year, we may have seen five others on a somewhat cool and gloomy Mother's Day. It was the early days of Covid and while we were allowed to be out for walks, few were. Yesterday I saw small groups picnicking on the grassy areas, riding bicycles with their families or simply walking, most all masked. Some were admiring the statues on campus, dating back to the WPA. You can take a WPA art tour of MSU's campus sites online HERE. This is fittingly by the music building.
I'm rather fond of the magnolia. Last year-- mid-May -- the magnolia had just burst into full bloom, below.
This year (below), they were still in bloom -- but there were more than a few petals on the ground.
Beaumont Tower is one of the campus' landmarks. It it had a logo other than that Sparty logo you see in sports, this would be it.
And in the spring, the old part of campus, with its beautiful lanterns, is really special.
This is a Saucer Magnolia. Isn't it beautiful?
You really couldn't beat the beauty of this one!
This tree, a Merrill Magnolia, smelled so fragrant it almost took your breath away.
Our temperatures had dropped from our very warm days earlier in the week and we'd had quite a rain the day before. Even so, the sky was blue and looking through the petals reminded me of an Impressionist painting.
Michigan State is not without its faults. You don't see that so much as a student, but when you work for an institution for 32 years, you see how the sausage gets made. The cover-ups during the Larry Nasser scandal are a good example of how the U tries to protect its own and its reputation at all costs and that's just one example.
But we have new president who seems to be very on task and has worked hard to rehabilitate the university. He is also an epidemiologist and they've done a remarkable job trying to both provide good educations to students while keeping them safe.
He's lucky to work and live on one of the loveliest campuses in the world. Above is the President's Home on the campus. Many choose not to live there, using it only for receptions, but I'm told he has decided to do so.
Beal Garden is a botanical garden with an array of odd plants and plenty of them. (This is the one I wrote about last year).
Many plants were up and this one was especially showy.
It also has a lovely reflecting pool and it was a perfect day for it, with moody skies that changed from blue to gray and back again.
The koi were loving it.
And it was a fun spot to try shadow puppets! (I couldn't resist, though I didn't want to get too close to the edge!)
The squirrels were out in full force. I must have counted dozens.
This one I caught in mid-air, leaping through the area where the trillium grown. It's a bit of a fuzzy photo but it's hard to hit a moving target!
The colors were beautiful -- glorious pinks....
....and the last of the daffodils. The tulips are now beginning to burst.
The gardens have interseting art. Note the gates at the top of the stairs leading out of the garden.
The stair rails are sculpted with metal pine cones.
When you look at the gate as a whole, you can see the stylized metal trees (and to me, until you look close, a bit of a hot mess...)
...but when you take a closer look at the gate itself, a splendid array of "foliage" is revealed.
I'm thinking maybe, just maybe, I can get things planted outdoors a little early. I wish I had a planting shed that looked like this instead of just a garage!
Ah, well. Can't have everything! And I am so grateful that what I do have is a glorious spring.
Bye for now!