Letting Go...

The month of July was a month of transitions, changes and letting go...

On a Tuesday afternoon in July, the day after his 90^th Birthday, my Dad passed away. So, how does one articulate what it feels like to no longer have any living parents?

We find by losing

We hold fast by letting go

We become something new by ceasing to be something old

Out of nothing He creates something

Out of the end He creates the beginning

All's lost – All's found

I know no more now than I ever did about the far side of death as the last letting go of all, but I begin to know that I do not need to know and that I do not need to be afraid of not knowing. God knows and that’s all that matters.

What marvels will He bring to pass next? (Frederick Buechner)

“…No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him.” 1 Corinthians 2:9 NLT

With great love there is much grief. Love and sorrow are the two sides of the same coin, and my heart is pulled and torn between peace and pain – I miss you!

No Ordinary People

“There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations – these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit… Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses.” 

– from The Weight of Glory by C.S. Lewis

Over the last several weeks I’ve been spending time each day with my Dad, who is recovering from kidney failure and is in a rehab to build his strength back up. Many rehabs are located in skilled nursing facilities, and that is true for the one my father is in. This means that short-term patients share the facility with some folks who are there for the long-term. At first I wasn’t sure how I as going to handle spending so much time there…

but I’m finding that while it can be exhausting and challenging at times, there are so many patients (short and long term) who I have become very fond of, and I’m seeing that, in-deed, there are no ordinary people. I have met some of the most wonderful and fascinating people, and I'm learning that each life has an extraordinary story to tell. I just need to take the time to listen!

Brunch

So this past Sunday after church at The Free Church of St. John (in the Kensington neighborhood of Philadelphia) we stopped at the Memphis Taproom for brunch. And what a treat it was!

We had driven by the Memphis Taproom many times on our way home from St. Johns, and often commented that “we need to stop there sometime.” Our curiosity for the place grew after we had seen it featured in a segment of Diners, Drive-ins and Dives. Sooooooo, finally after driving past it for a few years we stopped in to give it a try.

The boys ordered burgers, and I had the VEGAN ROOSTER (Tofu scramble with vegan blood sausage, smoked coconut, roasted new potatoes and toast). The boys each looked at me like I had lost my mind… but this vegan delight was amazing. The smoked coconut was delicious and tasted a lot like bacon, the vegan blood sausage was made from lentils and was very tasty, and the tofu scramble more than satisfied my need for eggs. The boys said their burgers were very good. We are already looking forward to our next visit to the Memphis Taproom.

VEGAN ROOSTER Plate

After brunch we meandered on down East Cumberland Street to GreensGrow, a favorite garden spot. There we indulged ourselves and bought the makings for a small outdoors water fountain (no, I have not assembled it yet – the recent heat-wave discouraged me from any outdoor activity), a pound of Blue Water Coffee – Havana Blend (a local coffee roaster, they roast in small batches, and support/participant in the SMBC "Bird Friendly" shade grown coffee program - shade tree coffees help maintain the delicate ecosystem balance that supports diverse wild life, and they also support Fair Trade growers). 
And lastly we picked-up two pounds of rhubarb for a friend who has found some pretty intriguing uses for rhubarb… how does Rhubarb Vodka sound??? 

Memorial Day

We cherish too, the Poppy red

That grows on fields where valor led,

It seems to signal to the skies

That blood of heroes never dies.

                                          ~ Moina Michael

Begun as a ritual of remembrance and reconciliation after the Civil War, Memorial Day was originally called Decoration Day. Officially proclaimed on May 5th, 1868 by General John Logan, national commander of the Grand Army of the Republic, in his General Order No. 11, and was first observed on May 30th, 1868.

…Let us, then, at the time appointed, gather around their sacred remains, and garland the passionless mounds above them with choicest flowers of springtime; let us raise above them the dear old flag they saved; let us in this solemn presence renew our pledge to aid and assist those whom they have left among us a sacred charge upon the Nation's gratitude—the soldier's and sailor's widow and orphan…

At that first celebration of Decoration Day, General James Garfield made a speech at Arlington National Cemetary, after which 5,000 participants helped to decorate the graves of the more than 20,000 Union and Confederate soldiers buried in the cemetery.

After the First World War, and over time, it was extended to honor and remember all Americans who have died in our nation’s service.

 

Playing with Food

The Short Life of

a Dia Doce   

Carrot Cake Cupcake

Hope & Feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson

First Visit of the Year to Chanticleer Garden

The delightful weather of early April has allowed me to visit several gardens in the Philadelphia area…

Morris Arboretum 

in Chestnut Hill,

Jenkins Arboretum & Garden 

in Devon,

and my all time favorite Garden…

Chanticleer in Wayne!

I have a Community Bible Study friend, Suzanne, to thank for introducing me to Chanticleer.

As our small group leader, Suzanne thought an outing might be fun for our little group and that some social time would allow us get to know one another a little better.

Thank You Suzanne for organizing that visit to Chanticleer. I can't begin to express how grateful  I am for your sharing this jewel of a garden with me.

So, last Sunday, with camera in tow, my daughter and I met up with a friend and we took in the delights of this incredible pleasure garden.

For a Sunday it was not to crowded, but then it’s still early in the season...

I don’t know how others experience their visit(s) to Chanticleer, but for me it’s the colors, texture and spaces. A walk through this pleasure garden always leaves me refreshed and restored. Even my family notices its effect on me… Now, they even tell me when I need to go visit Chanticleer.

On this first visit of the 2011 season, I learned that a new book has been published about the garden…

Chanticleer; A Pleasure Garden 

Adrian Higgins. Photographs by Rob Cardillo

176 pages | 10 x 7 | 92 color, 2 b/w illus.
Cloth Apr 2011 | ISBN 978-0-8122-4274-4 | $29.95

The photographs and text in this book take you through the different seasons, and moods of the garden. Can I just say… Mothers Day is coming-up!

Chanticleer is open

April – October

Wednesday – Sunday