Here in the northeast United States, we are at the crest of summer. There are very hot and humid days, rainstorms thick with thunder and lightening, and evenings that thrum with crickets like the reverb of a bass amp. Fireflies still flick and tantalize the dogs who fancy a blinking morsel captured in snapping jaws. It is a time of abundance in the garden, as it struggles to survive with the heat of direct sun for twelve hours a day and torrential rains the next. Our little garden is just a triangle of a plot, shaped just like a narrow... Read more


One of two darling straw hats that I only wear on Cape Cod and the ubiquitous over-sized denim shirt. In the spirit of full disclosure, the title of this post. Let's face it: I am an over______[fill in the blank]: Over: eater shopper buyer (yes, there's a difference) reader What I own too many of: Creating: art supplies in general watercolor palettes black pens ink blank sketchbooks pads of watercolor paper Art Paper Reading: Novels Memoirs Nature Writing Travel Writing Cookbooks Design books Lettering books Art Journaling Books Wearing: Black pants striped tops blazers casual jackets winter coats black shoes... Read more


After a few weeks of very hot and humid weather, I walked outside from work last night to a huge thunderstorm deluge. My cute red patent leather loafers were almost floating off my feet at one point, but the upshot was the humidity cleared away and dawn came with cool weather. I know this because the big dog had me up at 4:30. Bad doggie. I HATE sleeping with air conditioning, but there's been no way around it for the past week. Last night I was on the sofa watching TV with Mr Pom (actually he was watching the Yankees... Read more


Nauset Light Sitting on the side porch this morning side by side with Mr. Pom, coffee in hand, and noticing that the cicadas have begun their mid summer whirring. I want to scold them that it is not midsummer, what with Fourth of July being only one week ago, but they go by nature's schedule, humming away the passage of the sun across the sky. It is quiet and I am racing to finish reading a book that traveled back and forth to the Cape but remained unopened.*** We returned on Friday, caravaning down I95, meeting up at Mystic for... Read more


I haven't taken a two week vacation in several years. It feels like eternity. Halfway through, we have had a change of guests, cycling from nieces to aunties. What have I done for a week? Say repeatedly that I need to vacuum. Buy stuff for beach lunches. Read half a page in one of the ten books I brought before Squishy does something cute and I am distracted. We have eaten lobster, had Bird Breakfast Sandwiches more times than my pants will allow. Watched Squishy watch his first parade. Wash sheets and towels. Say repeatedly that I need to vacuum.... Read more


I was so happy, happy, happy to hear from so many of my readers for the last post. Your compliments about the new blog design (ah, shucks, it not like I asked for it but I did) were sweet. Fear not, the very bland header will be replaced soon with a hand painted one. Soon as I paint it or find the one I painted two years ago and never scanned in. I do find that as I age, I am trending toward clean, white spaces in my life. It best be a passing phase because there is a whole... Read more


I decided to return to the world of blogging with not a splash but a flutter of angel wings as I blithely told you of my renewed artistic passion, vision, and spirit and my idealized embrace of all that is my life, heretofore known as: Mrs. Pom, Lifestyle Guru. Yes, you can have it all. Yes, you can remain fulfilled and relaxed and fun and organized and all good things all the time. You can! Except when you cannot. Which is most of the time. The combined effects of this: Plus this: Left me gaga for at least 5 days... Read more


I took a ten day spring vacation, which I highly recommend, and have come back with renewed desire to simplify my life and surroundings and make room for whom and what I love. A late spring vacation two hundred miles north is marvelously timed to immerse you once again in lawn carpets of cherry blossoms, nosy neighbors of nodding lilacs, and in-your-face shouts of magenta-hued rhododendron and mountain laurel that rise like banks of psychedelic mountains along the roadways. It's a sly way to trick Mother Nature and get a second go-round of the ridiculously girlish sumptuousness of the double... Read more


If you are as illustration-obsessed as I, buy this book. Early morning, I log onto this Mac and browse. I prefer to interface my way into my day with a little cyber playtime. I have a routine, which sites I go to first. I am very old school and still read blogs. I start the day with bright, pretty blogs that are worlds apart from mine. I like Mormon mothers who wear Anthropologie clothes, birth gorgeous children once a year, and decorate their homes in bright colors with whimsical touches. They're like a storyboard and, if I skip the proselytizing... Read more


I've never cared for hyacinths. They remind me of the plastic flowers that were so popular with housewives in the sixties. At least one great aunt had one, if not several, potted plastic hyacinths atop her living room credenza. Worst of all was those singular hyacinths that popped up in the garden, most likely an errant bulb that survived being tossed in the ground in a discarded pot from Easter. Our office moved this year and our parking garage is attached to a Whole Foods. My office is split 80/20 on the appreciation of WF, with the haters in the... Read more