Showing posts with label seasons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label seasons. Show all posts

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Ides of March

March Morning, the Scioto River 


On this Ides of March eve, I contemplate change. In the original Roman calendar, March was, very appropriately, the first month of the year. By this time, snow has melted to pre-spring neutral. I adore everything winter ... the snow, fresh cold air, woolly clothes, and the comfort food that goes with. But this year, even I am anticipating green. I have a new-found appreciation for all things pink. It's still a bit on the chilly side, but I have a window open in the Willow Manor kitchen, and a big bunch of pink tulips. I may even take the Christmas wreath off the front door, in celebration.



Saturday, January 14, 2012

snow



I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving; then I am in love again and very young and I believe everything. 


―Anne Sexton, in a letter to W.D. Snodgrass, November 28, 1958

Sunday, November 22, 2009

wear the old coat and buy the new book

The long awaited tweed, tartan and wool season has finally arrived.
I adore the whole experience of winter clothes. I love the texture,
the color, the snuggliness, and the bug-in-a-ruggliness. They're just
far more interesting and fun to wear, than simple summer fare.

I miss the annual washing up of the kids' winter coats and trying them
on for size. So, in the spirit of the tradition, I was digging in the front
closet at the empty nest manor this week, the one that's under the
front staircase.

I found a fun cobalt blue wool coat, made in Peru, I bought back in the
'70s, completely forgotten, zipped up in a bag in the back. It's blanket
style, trimmed in fabulous floppy, extra long fringe, and the wool has
a wonderful waffle pattern. The collar can be buttoned up, in a scarf-
like fashion, or worn open and drapey.
.
Best of all, amazingly enough, it fits me after all these years. Talk
about doing wonders for my self esteem. And not a moth hole in sight.
No new coat needed for me this year. You know what that means?
More books!
You know what else? The cobalt blue compliments my family tartan
perfectly. My ancestors are smiling. Hey, is it my imagination, or am
I seeing all kinds of tartan everywhere this fall, after I posted on it in
September? I just saw a whole page of tartan products in the
December issue of Elle Decor's "Trend Alert". I told you I was
psychic. Or maybe they just love my sense of style? Keep your eye
out, now, for cobalt blue blanket coats. Don't forget, you saw them
first at Willow Manor.
.

Wear the old coat and buy the new book.

Austen Phelps


(Mr. Phelps certainly got this right.)