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Waiting

We slide into the grey days; the low-ceiling skies bring morning headaches, and we reach for soft sweaters and take the scarves out of their summer nest, shake them out, and wrap them around tender necks. Waking is an effort despite how early we go to bed. I seem to need a cup of something hot between my hands at all times, which makes typing difficult. The doorbell rings twice a day with brown paper packages tied up with string, or actually tape nowadays, and family members are seen scurrying to their rooms with added bulk under their coats. At... Read more →


The Calm Before the Storm

Autumn is past peak here, but it is my favorite piece of the fall. The most brilliant trees are ablaze, all scarlet reds, sunshine gold, and an incredible mix of orange and red that caused The Teen and I to exclaim at the same time. If I was of any intelligence, I could tell you what trees they were, but uh, no. So just believe me. I love this rag tag end of the season. There are just enough bare trees to provide structure to the piles of color lying all over the streets. It's difficult to imagine a more... Read more →


We Ate and We ate and We Ate

We do enjoy the holidays in the Pomegranate household, in fact all of my fruity family love to gather for any reason as soon as the weather turns chilly and the leaves begin to fall. Kicking off the holidays is like starting a parade in our family. Everyone dresses up, Some think this is serious stuff! We get our groove on, Rock out with cheer, And wonder at the holidays - do they wear anything under there? Houses are readied, Food & drinks laid in, The crowd gets hungry, Let the party begin! Read more →


And the Winners Are.....

All of you, in my heart! I wish I could send each and every one of you a gift to show my appreciation for your warmth and caring. You make this blog come alive with your thoughts and comments. It was lovely to see new names in my box and I hope the lurkers that came out to play will continue to do so. We always say that writers must write for themselves first and foremost, which is true, but without readers, writers become a very grumpy and dour lot. Bloggers, needless to say, may be even worse! Without further... Read more →


**********PRIZES!!!************

IN HONOR OF MY BLOGAVERSARY AND YOUR KIND AND LOYAL READERSHIP, I AM AWARDING PRIZES! YES, ACTUAL PRIZES! THE FIRST PRIZE IS A SMALL ORIGINAL WATERCOLOR BY MOI THE SECOND PRIZE IS A COPY OF KATE ATKINSON'S BOOK, "ONE GOOD TURN". THE THIRD PRIZE IS ANOTHER SMALL, ORIGINAL WATERCOLOR BY MOI. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS LEAVE A COMMENT. ON FRIDAY , I WILL DRAW A NAME RANDOMLY FROM THE COMMENTS. YOU HAVE UNTIL MIDNIGHT ON THURSDAY - YOUR MIDNIGHT WHENEVER THAT MAY BE-TO LEAVE A COMMENT. ( LOVE YA!! Read more →


Blogaversary

Four years, 993 posts, and 5,381 comments ago, I began this blog. It's been a brilliant release for me, allowing me to write about what I want when I want, and with no editorial control. I hope it's been as entertaining for you all as it has been for me. You're all darlings and dear and I've made so many friends through this medium that I can't begin to count. I've discovered so many bloggers with similar interests, and I've had a chance to meet so many of you in person. I hope you continue to drop by - and... Read more →


This is Sunday

Mr. Pom always gets bagels when all the kids are home. And they all eat "everything" bagels, which means the house smells like toasted onions early in the morning. Which is not a bad thing. It's the first snow! Ok, it's just a few flakes, but how proud we are that Mr. Pom cleaned out all the pots of frost-bitten black leaves and put away the wicker into the garage. I took all the furniture off the porch and The Teen and Mr. Pom carried it down the basement. I'm getting ready for the Thanksgiving feast. I found a space... Read more →


Ugh

Shown: toast This morning, in a fit of despair as we were dressing to go to the Thanksgiving parade, I declared with mourning: "I have no shoes!" Mr. Pom retorted with a snort and glanced toward my closet as I scurried across the room to secure the closet door so the heaps of shoes littering the floor could not be heaped on my bed. For there were many, but not a single pair would I wear. I keep shoes a long time, even when they are entirely unsuitable and not fit for wearing. You know what I mean, those shoes... Read more →


Good Things In No Particular Order

Watching the new season of Project Runway. Tim Gunn! The father and son handymen who replaced our porch floor. (Pictures to follow.) Glade Cinnamon Apple Candle. Who woulda thought? Viactiv Chocolate Fudge Calcium Chews Sugar free gingerbread lattes at *$ The Book of Lost Things 19 for Thanksgiving dinner & the realization that we have an extra table on the porch (for the living room-unless I could get them to eat in the cold...) Cropped jeans + short legs = pants that don't need hemming. Glass glitter that tarnishes...sister #5 and I are on the look out. Emails from readers... Read more →


Abbudanza

Seems like there's a lot of everything at this time of year, no? A lot of leaves, a lot of color, a lot of weather, a lot of darkness, a lot of wearing warmer clothes, a lot of shopping, a lot of cooking, and a lot of lists. I, for one, am unreasonably happy about the coming holidays. I embracing it all and can't wait to put up my Christmas decorations. In fact, I've sneakily put out a few bottle brush trees that I just bought. They are exactly like the ones my grandmother had. I'm not sure if they... Read more →