Wednesday, October 1, 2025

wednesday's words and wanderings and wonderings

Edinburgh (pronounced "Edinbro"). 

Edinburgh Castle was built on the remains of an extinct volcano. Originally Din Eidyn (the stronghold of Eidyn) became Edinburgh.

A view from the castle walls of Scotland's capital city and there are no skyscrapers to be seen. Edinburgh is a very walkable city, flat and hilly, with so much history on the wall plaques, fountains, monuments, clocks, and statues. Scotland's history is old and ancient compared to the "youthful" United States' history.

A favorite statue in Edinburgh, Greyfriars Bobby. John Gray joined the Edinburgh Police Force as a night watchman in 1850. To keep him company through the winter nights John took a partner, a diminutive Skye Terrier, called Bobby. Together they became a familiar sight on the cobbled streets of the city. The years on the streets appear to have taken their toll on John, as he was treated by the Police Surgeon for tuberculosis. John eventually died of the disease on the 15th February 1858 and was buried in Greyfriars Kirkyard. Bobby soon touched the hearts of the local residents when he refused to leave his master’s grave, even in the worst weather conditions. The kind people of Edinburgh took good care of Bobby, but still he remained loyal to his master. For fourteen years the dead man’s faithful dog kept constant watch and guard over the grave until his own death in 1872.

Bobby’s headstone reads “Greyfriars Bobby – died 14th January 1872 – aged 16 years – Let his loyalty and devotion be a lesson to us all”.

Tourists believe it is good luck to rub Bobby's nose but the City Council and locals prefer people to avoid touching it as it causes special cleaning and damage to the statue.

Day trip to St. Andrew's. 

Lobster creels looking out to the old pier.

Walking along the old pier to its end and back was a bit unnerving. There are no hand rails to keep people from falling off. If this were in the US, there would be some sort of safety barrier. And to think that there's a tradition where the freshmen at St. Andrew's University wear their red gowns and walk along the pier and harbor walls to mark the beginning of the academic year and foster a sense of community.


The remains of St Andrews Cathedral, which was Scotland’s largest cathedral and most magnificent church, show how impressive it used to be. These ruins are from the 12th century.


The Old Course at St. Andrew's. We were there on Sunday and the course was open for the public to walk on it. It was a humbling experience to step on the turf of one of the golf world's mecca. I don't play golf but this was cool. See the building on the right, the one with the bleachers in front of it? Last year someone bought an apartment there for $10 million with the expectation of having a personal viewing spot of the golfers playing the 18th hole. Welp...that plan didn't work.

Catching the train from St. Andrews to Edinburgh at Leuchars Station. A faint crescent moon was rising over the village. Sunset and moonrise. What a peaceful sight.

 

Sunday, September 28, 2025

edinburgh "ed"venture

After a glitch with Swiss Air - we flew from Zurich to London, missed our flight to Edinburgh, and arrived around dinnertime in Edinburgh. 

Our first full day in Edinburg we grabbed our trusty paper map and headed out on a walking adventure, no plan in mind, just stroll to see things and get a feel for the city. We trekked up the hill to Edinburgh Castle, caught our breath, and found ourselves in the throng of humanity on the Royal Mile. Lots of people, lots of shops, and lots of little nooks and crannies and side streets to escape the crowds. We took a very steep side side street and ended up on a quiet block where there were signs pointing to The Museum on the Mound and on that building was signage for The Bank of Scotland.


Todd saw an official looking elderly gentleman standing at the back door. He came outside and all at once we were chatting about the banks in Scotland. There's The Bank of Scotland, The Royal Bank of Scotland, and Clydesdale Bank, all of which are authorized to issue Scottish bank notes. 

This gentleman wasn't affiliated with the bank. He was there to open the door as people exited from the Museum on the Mound. After the "bank talk," he told us about the museum and encouraged us to walk through to see the history of money and banking and econimics in Scotland. Admission is free and we saw coins dating from the 1100s all the way to today's King Charles coins, saw artifacts tracing the history of the Bank of Scotland since its foundation in 1695, and learned about the rise of banks and building societies and the lives of the workers that kept them running. 

Back to the the gentleman with whom we had a 30 minute blether. Gordon is 75 years old and volunteers his time at the museum. He enjoys being around people and giving his time to an organization of his choice. "You have to stay active or you wind up below the dirt." 


Thursday, September 25, 2025

the friday feed: cream of mushroom soup

The week before we left for our vacation, it was my goal to use up as much food as possible that was in the refrigerator. For one of the meals, Todd suggested a good ole comfort food, Broccoli Rice Casserole. I have made this casserole since the beginning of time and it really is an oldie but goodie. 

The basic casserole ingredients are rice, cheese, broccoli, milk, and Cream of Mushroom Soup and I usually add more ingredients to make it a more rounded meal. This was a good way to empty the veggie bin of broccoli, carrots, mushrooms, and onions, there was brown rice in the pantry,  and three raw chicken thighs in the fridge that Todd could grill. But...no mushroom soup in the pantry. Ugh. Quick trip to Kroger to get a can of that gloppy goop.

I just wanted to run in, grab a can of soup, and bring it home. It used to be that Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup was right at eye level in the middle of the soup display. Not any more and there are so many variations on the soup: 98% Fat Free, Heart Healthy, 25% Less Sodium, and finally on the bottom shelf, the original stuff. I had to hunt for this. All the different mushroom soups weren't grouped together. Oy. 
My quick trip wasn't as quick as I hoped but the casserole sure did help my goal of not wasting food.


Gray soup in the can,

A mushroom’s creamy spirit

Gives life to casserole.


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In Switzerland we ate a lot of traditional Swiss foods: 


Rösti: a flat, hot cake made of grated, cooked jacket or raw potatoes and fried in hot butter or fat. I love potatoes and ordered rösti a couple times.


Zürcher Geschnetzelte: a veal dish, sometimes also containing veal liver and mushrooms, served with a cream sauce. Todd loves liver and onions and after our server explained this dish to him, it was a done deal. I took a bite and it was quite tasty.


Birchermüesli: a breakfast dish of rolled oats, fruit, nuts, and yogurt or milk. It reminds me of the refrigerator oats I make at home. I love the European breakfasts with their variety of meats and cheeses, vegetables, yogurt, fruit, and breads.


I drank some Swiss white wines and they remind me of German wines. The Swiss wines are high quality but are limited in their international availability. Darn. But when in Switzerland...


Can't forget the bratwursts, Swiss chocolates, and Emmental cheese. Yum, yum, and yum. One good thing about this vacation is that we are walking a lot!

Tuesday, September 23, 2025

wednesday's words and wanderings and wonderings

Such a beautiful sunset over Dayton, Ohio. It was a busy week with trip preparation and my birthday got pushed to the side. A couple days later Todd said, "We're going out to dinner. Where do you want to go?" It was a lovely fall day and I wanted to find outside dining. The AC Marriott is a new hotel in downtown Dayton and many friends have mentioned their rooftop restaurant so off for a new dining adventure. We caught a beautiful sunset and had a lovely, relaxing meal.

We departed from Cincinnati to JFK, where these travel quotes greeted us before catching our trans-Atlantic flight to London's Heathrow Airport. At Heathrow we scanned our passports electronically and I was disappointed not to get a stamp on my passport.

But Heathrow wasn't the last leg on this trip. On to Zurich, Switzerland, where I got the first stamp in my new passport. I was so exhausted but so excited when I heard the ka-chunk from the passport agent's stamper.

Zurich is a global center for banking and finance, which is right up Todd's alley, it's located at the northern end of Lake Zurich (Zürichsee) which has many lovely parks and a promenade along its edge, and the picturesque lanes of the central Altstadt (Old Town), on either side of the Limmat River, reflect its pre-medieval history.


We walked and walked around Zurich, just exploring and wandering without any plan. It was a good first day to get acclimated after the previous long day of travel. Todd noticed this bar sign. It's his philosophy than any place that has a sign that says "BAR," must be a good place to walk in to have a drink. And it was. Our server, Felipe, was from Portugal, and was absolutely delightful. He asked where we were from and we told him Dayton, Ohio, where the airplane was invented and is known as the Birthplace of Aviation. Felipe enthusiastically proclaimed, "The Wright Brothers!" A bond was instantly forged. He then shared that this establishment, The Old Fashion Bar, is the oldest bar in Zurich and has been in business since 1886. All the woodwork is original and it's ambiance is lovely. It's not a dive bar, like many of the bars we have explored just because of a sign that says "BAR."


 

a few of my favorite things

In this world of email and electronic communication, I still enjoy hand writing letters, love to shopping for fun and pretty stationery, and going to the post office for stamps. This is one of my favorite stationery note cards. It depicts paraphernalia that I love: wine, books, maps, a pen and journal, and that cool blue and white jar. I've used all these the note cards except for one, and I keep it on my desk, which by the way looks a lot like this one.

In the spirit of Julie Andrews     Inspired by Julie Andrews


Rain drops on roses and     Glasses of white wine and

whiskers on kittens,             journals for writing,

Bright copper kettles and     Maps to new places 

warm woolen mittens,     are very exciting,

Brown paper packages     Planning a trip really

tied up with string,     makes my heart sing,

These are a few     These are a few

of my favorite things.     of my favorite things.




We've been planning a trip and are taking a holiday until October 9. Posting may be spotty 😊

Monday, September 22, 2025

it's fall, y'all!

Time keeps marching on, the calendar pages keep turning (if you have a hard copy calendar), and Autumn 2025 begins today. Just for some fun, I went through some photo albums and picked out a few fall photos from the Dayton area as well as a couple from some European vacations in the CInque Terre, Italy, and the Alsace region of France. Fall is such a lovely time of the year as it marks the transition from summer to winter.

The Tecumseh Land Trust sunflower field - Yellow Springs, Ohio

Beautiful autumn day at the farm

Up, up, and away in a beautiful autumn blue sky

The monarch butterfly migration

Autumn colors reflected in the lake at Hills & Dales MetroPark

Warty pumpkins!


Hillside farming - Cinque Terre, Italy

Harvesting olives along the path - Cinque Terre, Italy

Alsatian wine country





Sunday, September 21, 2025

do you remember...

Hop on the bus, Gus, you don't need to discuss much...oops, wrong song! (reference Paul Simon's 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover).


It's that 21st day in September. C'mon now...y'all need to have a little fun and get up and dance! 

Dancin' in September

Saturday, September 20, 2025

reverse poem



So what do you think of this poem? It's pretty grim and depressing.


Poems read both ways are known as reverse poems. They are structured so that the lines convey one meaning when read top-to-bottom and a completely different, often opposite, meaning when read bottom-to-top.


I read it top to bottom and thought, "Damn. These words make me feel like this is the direction the United States is taking." Makes a person feel hopeless.


But from the bottom to reading, it shed a totally different light - one that is positive, one that offers hope. And me, the one who looks for the best in people, chooses to believe that good will win in the end. So, bottoms up!

Friday, September 19, 2025

the friday feed: pesto

One of the signs of summer coming to an end is pulling my basil plants to make pesto. This is an all day project with having to take all those leaves off the stems, sorting them to use or pitch, then washing and drying them. It's a lot of tedious work, but the kitchen sure does smell heavenly during all of this.



So all that work and all those leaves (I pitched a lot of them) makes six-four ounce (28.4 g) containers of pesto. It's not that much, but it will bring a taste of summer as we head into the fall and winter months.


I used the the New York Times pesto recipe, adding my own touches - roasting the garlic and toasting the pine nuts.

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Today is my youngest son's 35th birthday. Right now my kids are 35, 37, 38, and 40. Such fun and busy times when they were little. He and his wife are the ones who gave me the gift of grandparenthood with their little boy and then the gift of my first granddaughter. My grandson is a carbon copy of his dad...energetic, talkative, always happy, inquisitive. He takes me back to my days as a young mother.

Wednesday, September 17, 2025

wednesday's words and wanderings and wonderings

A couple times this past week when I worked the morning shift at the farm, I picked okra. My boss's rule it that it has to be no smaller than your pinkie when it's cut. There are a couple women who tell me that it's too large when we pick it. In their culture they like pieces half that size or smaller. Come to find out, the reason these ladies like their okra smaller is because they don't want to spend the time cutting it. That's a good reason but gotta do what the boss says.

I picked okra on my birthday morning. I like to get out there early because 1. It's cooler; 2. The bees are just starting to make their way to the okra flowers so I don't bother them and they don't bother me; and 3. The customers are excited when they're told the okra was freshly picked that morning. 

The state of Ohio, as well as surrounding states, is in a drought. In the past when I've gone out to pick okra, I've come back with mud on them from the previous night's rain or damp from the rain or dew. This time around, my shoes were dry. Everyone's hoping for some rain soon.

When I was in Chicago, my daughter bought this wine, a blend of sauvignon blanc and pinot grigio. At first I thought, dry pinot grigio and grapefruity sauvignon blanc? Hmmmm. The flavors were balanced and it was a light, refreshing sip after putting the little grandson down for the night. I have a bottle chilling in my refrigerator now.

The Dayton Art Institute had an exhibit with Curtis Barnes' art. He is a Dayton artist who taught in the Dayton Public Schools and also at Sinclair Community College. This exhibit's last day was September 14 and I made it to the DAI to see it on the 12th. Nothing like cutting it close! Along with the Curtis Barnes exhibit, some of Alexander Calder's art was on display in the gallery next door, and a very moving Holocaust exhibit by young artists from the Dayton Public Schools.  It was one of those days where I was in a hurry to cross things off my very long list but these exhibits made me slow down and enjoy. And my list got finished, too.


Across the street from the Art Institute a memorial to Montgomery County law enforcement officers killed in the line of duty is being built.

For my birthday, my brothers and sisters-in-law were in town and we got together for a quiet birthday celebration. There's my margarita, on the rocks, with salt. It was a lovely day to sit on the patio, talk about some family business we're working on, and just to count our blessings.


 

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

this year...

What happened on this day just a "few" years ago? My parents became parents to a green-eyed, curly hair daughter...me!

I am 68 today. 68 is one of those years that isn't a big number year. Years that end in 0 or 5 seem to get more attention than years that end in 8, except for 18, the year of adulthood. 88 is cool because it's a double 8. But 68 is a big year for me. My grandma (Dad's mom) died when she was 68 from a blood-related cancer. My dad died at 68 from a blood-related cancer. And guess what? I'm not going to, unless something shows up and spreads through my body in the next year. At my last physical, my doctor said everything looks good, to keep doing what I'm doing, and she'd see me next year. 

Sharing a couple thoughts that resonate in my soul:


Personal growth and the pursuit of dreams are continuous processes that don't have an age limit. "Never put an age limit on your dreams" challenges the notion that there are certain things one should or should not do once they reach a particular age. I roll down grassy hills and run through splash pads with my oldest grandchild and will do so when the other two are old enough to experience that joy. I challenge myself to do more and more difficult yoga poses and to take classes to broaden my horizons. I am not going to sit around and watch TV all day. For me, one of the blessings of aging is a change in priorities. I’m less about pleasing others or doing things out of obligation, and more about what will nourish and enrich my soul.

This one really speaks to me, too.


Today is Mexican Independence Day, a national holiday in Mexico. Maybe a margarita tonight! Cheers!...¡Salud!

Monday, September 15, 2025

monday's mulling: virgo

Back in the day of hard copy newspapers, I read my horoscope every day. It's fun to read about the Zodiac signs, seeing if you fit into the particular qualities of your sign. And boy, oh boy, Virgo is definitely me and vice versa.


Virgos are the perfectionists of the Zodiac. 

Typical Virgo traits include being detail-oriented, perfectionistic, a fan of routine and lists and organization (although they can be conventionally neat and tidy in certain ways, like drooling over kitchen pantry organization, and totally sloppy in others, like leaving piles of clothes on their floor for days on end 😊), health-conscious, sensitive, giving, analytical, and masters of research. 


Every sign is assigned a quality (cardinal, mutable, or fixed), which explains the sign's basic energy. There's a cardinal, mutable, and fixed sign within every element (fire, earth, air, water). Virgo is the mutable one of the earth group, which makes them more flexible than other signs and interested in hearing many sides of an issue before making a decision. In fact, it's for this very reason that they can struggle to reach a conclusion, but once they do, you can rest assured they've left no stone unturned while gathering pertinent information.


Virgo's perfectionism and tendency to be their own worst critic can take a toll in just about every area of their life. Overthinking and overanalyzing (I do drive myself nuts), their minds can often switch into overdrive, turning up the volume on their insecurities. This can manifest as procrastination or projecting their inner nitpicking onto others. (This whole paragraph...yes, yes, YES!)


That said, Virgos are capable of adapting and shifting when necessary, and multitasking is our forte. We like to feel that we're contributing and making a difference on the job. Virgos come off as down-to-earth, approachable, social, communicative, and eager to find solutions at every turn.



Sunday, September 14, 2025

busy bee

On the lone sunflower in the recently planted sunflower field, a single bumblebee diligently gathers pollen.


The moment a bee lands on a flower, the pollen gets knocked off the florets and sticks to the bee's body. This busy one is having a field day...look at that pollen all over its body!


"The bee is more honored than other animals, not because she labors, but because she labors for others." 
— Saint John Chrysostom

 

Saturday, September 13, 2025

let's talk about flowers

I subscribe to a poem-a-day newsletter, Poetry Town, written by George Bilger. Every day George selects a poem he really likes and then writes a short commentary why he chose this poem. 

The news coming from the US in the past few days has been horrific. As George says in his commentary, "Talking about flowers is just what we need." But we do need more than to talk about flowers. The broader picture is we need face-to-face connections, the human touch, rather than experiencing life through phone or computer screens. Evil has become content and humanity has become scrollable. We're losing the one thing that makes us human, the ability to feel. I am very aware that the political arena plays a big part in peoples' behaviors and that our members of Congress need to enact some tighter gun control legislation and that's as political as I'm going to get. 

So now, We need to talk about flowers 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 or other things that brought a bit of happiness to you this week.


We

by Carl Dennis

I’m gratified by the use of the word “we”

In the sentence my neighbor utters quietly

As she stands in her driveway, in her yellow raincoat:

“We really needed this rain,”

A “we” that includes not only a gray-haired White man

And a Black woman whose hair is still dark but also

Some of the green life we’ve gathered about us:

The pin oaks and silver maples, the holly

And lilac and dogwood, whose ancestors

Did what they could to make a home here

Millions of years before our ancestors

Walked down the gangway of a steamer from Bremen

Or were led in chains from a sailing ship

That had left Sierra Leone two months before.

We need this rain to remind us we don’t dwell

In a desert we have to cross to reach a promised land.

Here we are in the land of promises

Kept and not kept that we’ve promised ourselves

To be concerned with. Look how these trees

Are concerning themselves with the rain

That the grass is already welcoming

With many shades of a deeper green.

__________

From Earthborn, Penguin Books, 2022.



Why I Chose This Poem

My neighbor two houses down is Black, and a wonderful gardener. Over the twenty years I’ve known him we’ve stood in his front yard countless times, talking about his roses, his perennials, the whimsical border of wildflowers he’s planted along the sidewalk. Not once have we talked about race. Talking about flowers is just what we need.