monday's mulling: and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden

What a let-the-cards-fall-where-they-may last day in New York. It was all due to a sinkhole LaGuardia.

Last Wednesday evening, Todd turned on the news and one of the first stories we heard was about a sinkhole at LaGuardia that had forced the closure of one of the runways for repairs. Not exactly ideal timing with the holiday weekend approaching. Since our flight home wasn’t until Friday, two days later, we didn’t think too much about how it might affect our travel plans.

Friday morning, we ate breakfast, packed up, stored our luggage, and spent a few hours strolling through Central Park. Midway through our walk, my phone started buzzing nonstop. Our flight was delayed by an hour, then two hours, then three hours, then back to one hour before finally settling on a two-hour delay.

During all the uncertainty, Todd and I decided to stop at a bar for one last toast to our trip. We each ordered a Manhattan (when in Manhattan...) and crossed our fingers that our flight wouldn’t end up being cancelled. It wasn't. Bless all the schedulers and air traffic controllers who kept the incoming and outgoing air traffic moving efficiently and safely.

We finally landed at the Columbus airport at 10:45 p.m. in the middle of a torrential downpour, followed by the long drive home. What should have been about an hour and a half drive turned into 2 1/2 hours. By the time we got home, we were exhausted from a day of walking, the stress of possible flight cancellations, and driving through pouring rain in the dark with lots of trucks on the road.

Saturday was my first day back at the farm…my happy place! Thankfully, my shift didn’t start until the afternoon. We were busy, busy, busy. The fresh strawberries and tomatoes flew off the shelves, and customers were so excited to get their hands on fresh, local produce. There really is no comparison between locally grown fruits and vegetables versus produce that’s been shipped thousands of miles.

’ Tis the season! It's good to be back at the garden.

 

 

the day after being gone for a week 😊

 

wednesday's words and wanderings and wonderings

Good morning! 

Window seat views flying into New York City - not what I was expecting this time around. Usually the flight pattern takes us up the East River, with the city view of Manhattan, but due to a two hour flight delay and being rerouted a couple times, the plane's flight path took us up the Hudson River with views of Bayonne, New Jersey.  Bayonne is an industrial shipping town, important in its own right.

One consolation from this new route was the birds eye view of the Statue of Liberty. From a distance or up close, she is always beautiful.

The view of northern Manhattan certainly changes from the dense urban population to one of more neighborhoods and green space.

The alternative route eventually took us to the other side of Manhattan for the usual over-the-water-landing into LaGuardia. 

And now, I am on a digital detox until Sunday.

monday's mulling: hold on

It's graduation season for the area universities and high schools. Time for endings and time for new beginnings.

My niece graduated from high school in 2011. Todd and I drove my mom to Philadelphia so she could attend her youngest granddaughter's commencement ceremony and celebrate her acceptance into MIT.

The speeches were your typical high school graduation orations, thanking the teachers for their guidance, touching on friendships, everyone taking off for new beginnings in their lives after high school, congratulations to the Class of 2011, and turn your tassel to signify the transition from student to graduate.

One of the speeches from an administrator had some advice that really made an impression. He called it called "Hold On." It wasn't included in the graduation program so once I got home, I did a lot of digging to see if I could find his words, hoping that he found them in a publication. Someone other than the administrator did write them but there was no credit to the author.

It's a universal message to people of all ages.

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"Hold On"

"Hold on to faith. 

It is the source of believing that all things are possible. It is the 

fiber and strength of a confident soul. 

Hold on to hope. 

It banishes doubt and enables attitudes to be positive and cheerful. 

Hold on to trust.

It is at the core of fruitful relationships that are secure and content. 

Hold on to love. 

It is the greatest gift of all, for it shares, cares, and gives meaning 

to life. 

Hold on to family and friends. 

They are the most important people in your life. They make the 

world a better place. They are your roots and the beginnings that 

you grew from. They are the vines that have grown through time 

to nourish you, help you on your way, and always remain close by. 

Hold on to all that you are and all that you've learned.

For these things are what makes you unique. Don't ignore what 

you feel and what you believe is right or important. Your heart 

has a way of speaking louder than your mind. 

Hold on to your dreams.

Achieve them diligently and honestly. Never take the easy way out 

or surrender to deceit. Remember others on your way and take 

time to care for their needs. Enjoy the beauty around you. Have

the courage to see things differently, yet clearly. Make the world a 

better place, one day at a time. Don't let go of the important things 

that give meaning to your life.”

~ author unknown

that time in may

Leavin' on a jet plane...

Heading to New York City again.

It’s that time of year again for the Mortgage Bankers Association Secondary and Capital Markets Conference. Todd has attended this conference for 47 years, first as a mortgage banking executive and now as a consultant. Over the decades, the conference has been hosted in cities across the country, but for the past 13 years New York City has been its destination.

I’ve gone New York during all 13 years of the conference, initially as an excuse to visit my daughter, who lived in the city during the conference’s first three years there. She taught me how to navigate the subway, how to figure out the Avenues and Streets to  confidently make my way around Manhattan. The Empire State Building became my North Star. After she moved to Chicago, I felt ready to take on the Big Apple on my own while Todd was in conference mode.

Now this trip is bittersweet. Todd recently told me this will be the conference’s final year in New York City. Next year, it moves to Chicago. Who knows if it will stay in Chicago for a few years or if the venue will change yearly.

I’ll admit, I’m disappointed. May is such a wonderful time to visit New York. The weather is warm enough for long walks, the parks and gardens are in bloom, and sidewalk cafés and rooftop bars are filled with people enjoying the outdoors before the summer humidity settles in. Best of all, the crowds are lighter than during peak vacation season.

Still, just because the conference is leaving New York doesn’t mean we won’t return. We truly love the city. But perhaps this is also an invitation to step outside our familiar routine and explore somewhere new.

marigolds

Yesterday, after a couple of hours of digging in the dirt, 125 marigolds found homes in the empty spaces of my corner garden bed and around the vegetable garden too, strategically planted in hopes of convincing the local deer to KEEP AWAY! Right now things look a little sparse, but give it a month and the flowers will grow and spread and fill the space with color.

I’ve always loved marigolds. They’re bright and cheerful, unfussy, loved by pollinators, and sturdy enough to thrive through heat, wind, and neglect. Their blooms stretch through the fall. They aren’t flashy or rare, but that’s part of their charm.

And as a bonus, marigolds are the official flower of Kettering, Ohio, so this planting is also a tip o’ the hat to my hometown. 🌼

 

the friday feed: sour milk

Milk. It’s supposed to be the secret to strong bones. At least that’s what parents told their children and what the lunch ladies reminded students as they slid the little cartons across cafeteria tables. I was never much of a milk drinker, but I did want strong bones. Besides, there was something fun about milk mustaches and blowing bubbles until the cartons overflowed.

When my four children were growing up, there were always at least two gallons of milk in the refrigerator. No grocery trip was complete without bringing home another gallon. For years, milk was as much a household staple as bread or eggs.

Then one day, it happened.

Only a little milk remained in the bottom of the jug, and it was taking up precious refrigerator space. I poured myself a glass, took a big gulp, and instantly spit it out. Spoiled milk.  UGH! One of the most disgusting tastes imaginable. It hadn’t reached the chunky stage yet, but it had turned unmistakably sour. Blech. I spit it into the sink and rinsed my mouth for what seemed like forever, trying to get rid that horrible taste.

To this day, I can’t drink a plain glass of milk. I’ll use it in cereal or coffee, and chocolate milk is still a treat, but straight milk? Absolutely not. And I always smell the milk before I use it.

Just the other morning, while making my first cup of coffee, I pulled out the half gallon of milk. (The days of buying milk by the gallon are long gone). Out of habit, I gave it the usual sniff test. After our weekend in Chicago, it had soured.

No milk for my coffee.

Thankfully, there was just enough Half & Half waiting in the refrigerator to save the morning.