For the first 50 years of my life, my perfectionist self mistakenly believed it was all about knowing more, getting it right, planning, attempting to prevent bad things from happening, and keeping all of my chicks in a row. It took me this long to discover that the JOURNEY is all that matters. This quote from Gilda Radner sums it all up:

"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
"


Saturday, May 14, 2011

Pre-Prom Processing

Prom was last night.

But the fun began at noon.

Annie and Jojo got out of school early and headed straight to the "beauty parlor".

Kara started on Annie's hair while Aimee did Jojo's make-up.



It was a lot of fun to watch the transformation of Annie with her up-do...









and Jojo with her make-up...




 
While Jojo was waiting to get her hair done,  Kerry painted her fingernails and toenails for her!


What a friend!




Annie worked on her own make-up while Jojo got her hair done.










Now all they needed was their dresses!





And a few more pictures before the night would begin...



Simply lovely!


Mr. Wiggles is looking good too!




Wednesday, May 11, 2011

A Pregnant Pause



In many ways, I feel the same today that I did 20 years ago. 

My life was about to be turned upside down. 

I wanted that child badly, but was I ready?

I was tired.  I was trying to get the house clean so that there would be less to do "afterward".

The house was about to be filled with everything a baby needs.

And I knew that my time would not be my own for a long time.


IT'S ABOUT TO HAPPEN AGAIN.


Adam and Kerry have both been away at college all year.

We bring Kerry home tomorrow and Adam on Sunday.

And we bring home everything that has been stuffed into both of their dorm rooms.

I have to admit that as much as I have missed them,  I have not missed the extra cleaning, cooking, and grocery shopping that goes along with 2 more bodies in the house.

It has actually been kind of nice.

But just like 20 years ago,  I know I wouldn't want it any other way!

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Maid Marion

Mother's Day is in a few days.

My mother, Marion,  has been gone for almost 4 years.
I miss my mom and still think about her all the time.


The summer after my mom died,  I started a rose garden in my backyard.  I love gardening, but I was never particularly fond of roses.  But my mother loved them.  After she was gone,  I just had to plant roses, and they have become one of my favorite flowers.

My father loved gardening too.  He used to grow roses on the side of the house for my mother.  You could see them from the kitchen table where my mother would sit.  I remember the look on my father's face when he brought a spectacular rose into the house to give to my mother.  It would be put in a vase in the center of the kitchen table and my mom would ooh and aah over it. 

The week after my mother's funeral, I went to Woodland Gardens in Manchester to get some roses.  As I was wandering around,  I met Marci Martin.  She worked at Woodland Gardens part-time.  She is the President of the Connecticut Rose Society and the Rosarian at Elizabeth Park.  She is also a warm, wonderful person.

Marci was just the person I needed to talk to that day.  After my initial question asking if there were any roses named Marion,  I proceeded to pour my heart out to her about my mother's passing.  Marci listened and comforted me.  She did not know of any roses with my mother's name, but she taught me everything I needed to know to start a wonderful rose garden.  And she helped me load up my van with more rose bushes than I ever imagined I would own!

I would see Marci from time to time over the next few years, and every time I saw her there was a warm smile.  And she would always tell me she was working on getting a Marion rose!

Last year,   a mass email was sent out from Woodland Gardens entitled "Looking for Gayle".  Marci was looking for me but she only knew my first name.

I replied to the email and she gave me the most wonderful news! 

She had been in contact with David Austin, one of the finest breeders of English roses to try to get a rose named Marion for me.  Marci had written to  David Austin about the possibility of starting a "Sherwood Forest" series of roses ... Maid Marion, Robin Hood, Friar Tuck, etc... 


After 3 years in the making,  she succeeded! 


"Maid Marion" was launched at the 2010 Chelsea Flower Show in England, complete with Robin Hood and Maid Marion in full dress!






Maid Marion
Austobias
English Musk Hybrid

Maid Marion produces some of the most beautiful of flowers: they are fully double and very nicely quartered. The inner petals are an absolutely pure rose pink, fading to a very soft pink on the outer petals. The flowers are produced in small groups, the individual blooms just slightly nodding in the manner characteristic of many of the best-loved English Roses. It repeats well, the blooms becoming slightly less double later in the season. The growth is relatively upright but quite bushy and compact, making it ideal for formal rose beds or more informal borders. Like so many English Roses, this variety is a great choice for a large, decorative planter. Initially the fragrance is a soft myrrh, although as the flower ages, it become more fruity, with a distinct clove character.  3 x 3ft


"Maid Marion" will not be available in the USA until next summer and I can't wait!

My initial goal was to give a Marion rose to my father for his garden.  My father has since passed away. 
But I will place her in a prominent spot in my garden and always remember how she came to be!

Happy Mother's Day!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

So Vein!

I didn't spell it wrong. 

Veins are those little blood vessels. 
Everyone has them.  Lots of them.

I know I have lots of veins.
How do I know?
I CAN SEE THEM!


I don't like to think of myself as a vain person.

But nonetheless, they bother me sometimes.

I remember back when Adam was in kindergarten and I would go into the classroom to be the helping mom once a week.  I was sitting next to this little girl and she pointed at my hands and said "Your hands look old". 

She didn't mean anything by it. 
She was just making an innocent observation.

Yet there was a vein of truth to what she said.








I can make my hands look younger by holding them upright.

           Hand down.
        Hand held upright.

But I don't really want to walk around all
     day with my hands raised, do I?

In a similar vein,  take a look at my feet.




 Fortunately,  for 3/4 of the year my feet are covered. 

And it REALLY would look silly to keep my feet
     up in the air all day.
I am not THAT vain!

Whenever I think too seriously about my veins, 
there is one thing that makes me feel better.

I know it could be worse.
Much worse.


At least my arms still look young!

Friday, April 29, 2011

Royal Wedding Perspective

On her wedding day in 1981,  I had just graduated from college. I was just two years older than Diana.

I didn't know it at the time, but in just one month or so I would meet my future husband.



We didn't have a DVR at the time, so my sister Lori and I awoke at 4:00AM to watch our first royal wedding. 

We were soooo excited.
Everything was magical.
Diana was so beautiful and we thought her gown was magnificent - so fitting of a princess.



We could just imagine ourselves in Diana's shoes.
We could almost feel how she was feeling.
We were emotional. 
It was like a fairy tale.


To be honest,  I think I remember the details of Diana's wedding day more than my own!




So today I woke up (not at 4:00AM this time thanks to my DVR!) and turned on the royal wedding again.

It was nice to be able to fast-forward through the long boring parts right to the good part - THE DRESS.



So different than Diana's.
But very beautiful.



As I watched the ceremony, however,  it was through very different eyes.



I was no longer seeing myself in the bride's shoes.




My perspective has changed.




Instead, I was seeing them as my kids.

In a few years, I will probably be watching my own children begin their own fairy tales.

I was picturing Adam as the groom.
I was envisioning Annie and Kerry as brides.

THAT will be emotional!









Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Halle is TWO!

Halle celebrated her 2nd birthday on 2 days ago.  I meant to get her birthday blog posted then, but circumstances beyond my control prevented me.  The circumstances?  She was suffering from a bad diarrhea attack which lasted a few days.  After cleaning carpets and giving her 5 or six baths, I think we have it under control. 

Halle came to us from Shadagrace Finnish Lapphunds in Winnipeg, Canada.  Two years ago I flew there to get her and bring her home.

Halle was an adorable puppy!

 She did what puppies do...







For quite a while, Sami didn't care much for Halle's exuberance.


And Tigger maybe lost a few pounds (maybe ounces) trying to chase her away!


Sharing was an issue too!


But Halle continued to grow.


Soon getting almost too big for my lap.




Her coloring changed constantly and kept us wondering what she would finally look like!


But as time went on,  everybody made friends.






Halle is very smart and loyal. And she LOVES attention!


Over the past winter,  her fur has thickened a lot and she is absolutely beautiful!



 These pictures were taken just this morning so Grandma Gloria in Winnipeg can see what our girl looks like!





Happy 2nd Birthday, Halle! 

You are all grown up!

We love you!