Monday, February 28, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Our first president, George Washington, was also a farmer and an avid breeder of roses during his lifetime. George, being the dedicated, loving son that he was, named one of his roses for his mother, Mary Washington. Thank goodness, somewhere later in history, some rose aficionado had the presence of mind to honor George Washington by naming an exquisite miniature red rose, like the ones Peter gave to me, after him. After all, if you can't name a rose after the "Father of Our Country," than who can you name a rose after? I think it would be considered most unpatriotic not to have a "George Washington Rose," don't you?...I'm just sayin'...
Monday, February 14, 2011
Happy Valentines Day to you!
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
To top it all off, it was Peter's birthday so it was going to be a great day, even weather wise. Sunny and in the forties, wonderful given the gloomy days we've had around here lately. Sounds like I'm still talking myself into getting up in the middle of the night for a whirlwind day trip through two different states, but it was a lot of fun. We planned on getting to the auction first and launch right into to digging through the rows of chairs, cabinets, knick-knacks and what-nots. Anyway, we were hoping to find a few great looking painted cupboards for the soon-to be studio/showroom.You'd think that after thirty years of marriage, we would have enough furniture to furnish a couple of houses not to mention a very small showroom, but, no. At least not what my dear husband was thinking that we needed, desperately, of course. I was also hoping to snag a few really cool vintage "gardeny-type" things since the auction web site often shows pictures of stuff like that, although rarely does it seem to come out when we attend auctions. I always hear about urns and statuary from others who attend on the days I don't. Anyway, I digress...After the auction, we would then scoot over the Jersey state line and slide into what I discovered last year to be a really cool folk art show.
However, leaving Philadelphia, proved to be another scavenger hunt in just trying to find a convenient fast food place to eat since we were both delirious from lack of sustenance. Keep in mind that breakfast was way back at five in the morning and that was a pop tart and yogurt. Needless to say, we were hungry, tired and, well, hungry! Thank goodness for a Wendy's Restaurant we drove way out of our way for somewhere around Villanova, the University. Again, like gas stations, it seemed like fast food chains are few and far between in the state of Pennsylvania.
We finally made it back home by 7:30 Sunday night, in time for most of the Super Bowl game, its always popular commercials and, most imporatantly, Peter's birthday cake...Sorry, I didn't have time to make one this year but it came with a lots of love in any case. It was a great day in the life of us...a long day, but a great day, non-the-less!