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Sunday, November 29, 2009

Post Thanksgiving Tranquility


Post-Thanksgiving Kitchen

"Things taste better in small houses."
Queen Victoria (1819-1901)

Phew! The flour settled in drifts on the floor. Gravy splattered the wall behind the old stove. Dishes were stacked in haphazard piles on every flat surface in the kitchen. Leftovers filled all the refrigerator shelves, but the day was memorable and filled with love.

My husband Jeff and my brother and sister-in-law all pitched in to help cook our family's Thanksgiving meal, and although we were tired beyond belief at the end of the day, it was all worth it. The four of us crammed into my little kitchen, prepped, chopped, spiralized, tossed, whipped, sauteed, seared, baked, roasted, and finally, voila, a memorable family meal around the long farm table.

I loved it when my 7 year old granddaughter Sara said that she was "grateful that our family is together today." And I loved it when 2 1/2 year old Moses picked up his long stemmed water glass (yikes, was he going to spill it?) and clanked it into his Dad's glass and said, "Cheers." (Which we all did).

Today the house is empty. The flour dust is vanquished, the gravy scoured from the wall behind the stove, the dishes are back on their shelves (my Great Great Gran's gravy boat and blue willow platter made it safely through their 100th plus Thanksgiving), and the turkey soup simmers quietly, or as the French say, "smiles" in the pot.
I've been thinking a lot about the traditions that make Thanksgiving so meaningful for me and my family, but I'm also interested in what traditions are meaningful to others. I'd love to hear your stories, your traditions. Hopefully I will be able to incorporate you and yours into a holiday story for next year.
In this quiet time, I'm going out to harvest my 'Painted Lady' runner beans and take down their tepee. I'll plant my beloved California wildflowers, and read, read, read whenever I am indoors. Tonight will be turkey-alphabet soup, a fire, and yikes, I'll just have to admit it, I'm making lists for Christmas and wrapping stocking stuffer gifts.

Tranquil times to you!


Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Support Your Local Independent Nursery and Hort-Zealot

Since my teen years, visiting nurseries has always been at the top of my favorites list. What better place to learn about plants, visit with fellow hort-zealots, and buy unique specimens for your own garden. Nowadays, it isn't easy to find many small independent nurseries, but I'm always searching for them.

Jeff and I were zooming along Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu, and I yelled, "Stop!"(and I'm probably lucky Jeff didn't drive off the road). "It looks like there's a little nursery tucked behind Trancas Market." It took about 4 or 5 minutes for us to find a legal place along the road to make the turn around, but it was worth it.


We rolled into the small parking lot and were greeted by a big, colorful sign announcing that we'd arrived at the Malibu Garden Center. Just inside, the entry tables of unusual containers, plantings, and plants awaited us.

We wandered the pathways, paused to watch the koi (which looked big enough to ride), visited the mini-"farm" in the back of the nursery, and filled our wagon with succulents, salvia, and trays of edible flowers for our kitchen garden.


I bought a selection of these gorgeous succulents to make one of my plant "mosaics" in a shallow terra cotta saucer


As we checked out and talked with the knowledgeable owner of the nursery, we realized that we had known her many years ago when she worked at Sassafras Nursery in Topanga Canyon. Shelby Basso is a Master Gardener with a love for working with children in the garden (we're soul sisters). Please visit her if you're ever in the Malibu area, and oh, don't forget to support YOUR local independent nurseries.



Shelby Basso
Malibu Garden Center Landscaping
6444 Trancas Canyon Road
Malibu, CA 90265
(310) 457-3981

Thinking about Thanksgiving

Last week we drove down the Old Stagecoach Road about a mile from our house. We were greeted by a flock of turkeys who gobbled back and forth with us for five minutes. Next a covey of about 20 quail flushed and sat along the top of a fence (they looked like fat clothespins on a line). Squirrels leapt along the branches of the roadside trees, and a shower of acorns lured me out to collect some for our Thanksgiving table.

Yesterday my granddaughter Sara and I collected fresh leaves to use as place cards at our table. She was so excited to pick a specially shaped leaf for each member of the family. "The big one is for Daddy, the little one is for Mo, I want the heart-shaped one for me." Just talking about how we were going to share Thanksgiving together made me smile.

That's what it is all about–isn't it?? The simple things that give us joy-the offerings of nature, our family, our friends, and traditions that we carry on and pass to the youngsters in our life.

I wish you all great joy during this Thanksgiving season.



Monday, November 16, 2009

An Evening with Friends

Yesterday, Jeff had to pry me away from my garden and into the car. We had registered for the Garden Writer Association's regional meeting in Malibu, and we had a four hour drive ahead of us.


We arrived at the old Casa Malibu Inn (no web site; call 800-831-0858) and checked in. When I walked through the door to our room, I shrieked. Smack on the sand, waves crashing almost to our deck, and a long, lovely yacht moored nearby. Picture perfect and the gardens are soothing, lush, and very old timey California. I can see why actress Jamie Leigh Curtis described this hotel as her favorite hide-away.


Our meeting was held at the fairytale home and gardens of Lance and Aime Lindsay of Stone Manor Lighting. Some of my favorite writers and friends attended, Nan Sterman of Plant Soup, Debra Prinzing of Shed Style, Cindy McNatt of Dirt du Jour, and too many others to mention.

Peapod sculture by Terra Sculpture

We talked about how newspapers and magazines have been on their way out for the past few years (Met Home is the newest casualty), and how blogs are the wave of the future, but then we already knew that, didn't we? Blogging brings people together in a way that magazines never could. We interact immediately, answer questions, form deep friendships with people who love the same things, in short, it is here to stay, and we need to tend our blogs the same way we tend our gardens.

Stone Manor Lighting by day
Stone Manor Lighting by night

Onward to the gardens of the beautiful little gem called the Getty Villa Museum in Malibu.


Sunshine,

Sharon

Sunday, November 8, 2009

What Gives YOU Joy?

Every day I am thankful for my family and friends, but I always try to find other, less obvious things that make me smile and experience what is called the Joy Factor.



I walked into the kitchen this morning and saw my Kitchen Fun: A Cook Book for Children (1932) with a cover by one of my favorite 20th century illustrators, Jessie Willcox Smith. A slant of autumn sunshine lit the companionable huddle of pumpkins, squash, and a jewel-like pomegranate surrounding the book. It gave me joy.

What is YOUR joy today?

Sharon
sharon@sharonlovejoy.com

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Old Friends-New Places

My dear friend Kim Moreno is 1/6th of the Fab Fems, who are also known as the Slumber Sisters. We have all been "no-holds-barred" friends since high school, and in the case of Sue Eiler, since about 5th grade. My "sisters" know the worst about me, yet they still love me.

Twice a year on pre-set weekends we have an extended "sleep-over" at one of our homes or in a place where we can have an adventure. This November we're renting three great cottages at the Victorian Centrella Hotel in downtown Pacific Grove. We'll gab all night, eat too much, and spend too much time trying to decide where we want to go, but we will have a ball together. My hope is that when I am checking out of this life my "sisters" will be there rooting for me.

Now back to Kim, who is an indescribable personality and over-achiever. She is just getting her doctorate, and we are all proud of her. When Kim found out that we were planning a trip to Italy, her mouth dropped open because we would be there at the same time she and Ralph (her adorable husband) were there.


Lucca by night

So we set up a rendezvous spot in the incredibly beautiful town of Lucca, which is a walled city (actually surrounded by three ancient walls) in Tuscany. I had high hopes that we would be able to pull it off, but I wasn't sure how we could connect and all hit the target at the same time.

Kim told us to meet them "at the Santa Maria Plaza entrance to the city between 8 and 9." We hustled out of our room, which was on the opposite side of Lucca, and trekked over to a bistro where we could munch a croissant, drink coffee, and keep a look-out for them. When they didn't show up, I tried to call them on their cell, but it didn't connect. I was disappointed and felt sure we wouldn't meet, but just as I lost all hope, the phone rang. "WHERE ARE YOU?" Kim asked. Jeff answered, "Exactly where you told us to be."

Kim and Ralph were on the opposite side of Lucca (a block from where we'd started). We set up another meeting place. We came together like a confluence of four rivers, bubbling, laughing, shouting, jumping up and down and hugging each other. It felt so great to see friends half a world away from home.

Although we had talked about bike riding the ramparts (wide wall encircling the city has a pedestrian and bike friendly road), we ended up gabbing, walking aimlessly from one place to another (because we couldn't stop talking), and we did manage to visit a few high spots.


Kim says, "You guys will love this place!"

Kim is off to the next find while Ralph and I linger at the market

One "MUST VISIT" for me was the home of Puccini, who composed some of my favorite music La Boheme, Madame Butterfly, etc. .We found his home and Ralph, Jeff, and Kim stood by as I kissed his door. Wow, he might have actually touched exactly where I planted my lips.

Puccini's home with Ralph and Kim
I plant my lips

Kim and Giacomo

After Kim and Ralph left for Pisa, we rented bikes and rode the ramparts. It was beyond lovely looking down into gardens, a moat, an arboretum, and riding through whirling clouds of golden autumn leaves.

Tree lined rampart where we biked the two mile loop around Lucca
View from rampart into backyard gardens

Humble backyard garden


Moat at base of inner city wall

Memories are woven of love, laughter, old friends, and new adventures.

Our favorite cafe in Lucca



A simple supper

May your memories be as golden as Lucca leaves,

Sharon