Pumpkin Cottage

Pumpkin Cottage
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Saturday, November 22, 2014

Holiness of the Mundane

Girl crawled into our bed at the crack of dawn.
How does such a tiny person displace her father?
One word...diagonal.

Mr. Lee surprised me with warm chestnuts
(castanhas-in Portuguese) in bed, no less.

Castanhas, always remind me of my father.
He would peal chestnuts with his pocket knife
and offer them to me until I could eat no more.

I can close my eyes and be right there with him.
Toasty comforting thoughts.























That's my oldest niece, Christine celebrating her 2nd
birthday, my parents' kitchen table
where we would eat chestnuts,
celebrate. 

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

This or That Inpiration

Isaiah 55:11  King James Version (KJV)

11 So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth:
 it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish
 that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it.
                                                  King James Version (KJV)

This jewel of a verse continues to return to me.
What ever kindness or word of God you share
will return to you.  In my experience the good
returns threefold.

Go spread cheer and witness to others by
your actions.


Inspiration:




















Mine:

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

DIY Renovating a Cottage Kitchen

“We must be ready to allow ourselves to be interrupted by God.”
Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Pumpkin Cottage is filled with gratitude for all those who
have, are, or will serve.  Happy Veteran's Day. 


Mr. Lee removed this cabinet and pieced together the plate rack.
He still has enough left to make something else. 














It was there and then it was gone.
Light shines in our tiny kitchen now.














Notice the wall space to the right of the cabinet.
Built into the space is a beautiful plate rack.















It's painted red inside and has cup hooks.














Next, install white subway tiles with black grout for the backsplash.


Saturday, November 8, 2014

Fall Festivities: Pumpkin Heaven






















Creating mends the heart, soothes the the soul
and releases anxiety.  Get to creating. 






















Sunday, November 2, 2014

Asking for Inspiration in the Holiday Season

Here he was, seventysomething, and still whining, 
though God had woven like a gold thread through 
every chapter of every book of Holy writ: Rejoice! 
Know that I am with you and for you and will never
leave you; take courage that I will fight for you and 
be your shield and buckler and provide for you 
when you are old; I will supply your every need, 
I will give you victory over death, 
I have prepared a place for you in heaven...
                                    Father Tim
                                    Somewhere Safe with Somebody Good
                                    The New Mitford Novel
                                                             Jan Karon






















 
This is how it always happens.
I ask and the Lord answers.
This season is my most
favorite and the most difficult.

 
Highs and lows any way the wind blows.
                              Doris Day


My mother's birthday, Halloween,
Dia de los Muertos,
All Saint's Day, All Soul's
Day, the anniversary of the passing of my sister,
the anniversary of my mother's passing, Thanksgiving,
and my late sister's birthday, my birthday, Christmas,
Mr. Lee's birthday, New Year's Day,
Uncle Joe's birthday (my brother)
and Epiphany. 

It's exhausting and exhilarating.
Wings and roots.

Hollywood Forever Cemetery
The event.













































































Our children have been raised
with the reality of life and death.
It's not scary or macabre.
They understand we are
celebrating life
and those who have passed
live on in our hearts and memories.


Wednesday, October 22, 2014

V-Project

Las Vegas























Mr. Lee and I don't share last names. 
When we married, I already had two children
from a previous marriage.  So I elected to use my
daddy's last name, the older two boys have their
daddy's last name and these two have their daddy's
last name and it starts with a V.

Scottsdale























Monday, October 20, 2014

Dear Mother - Querida Mãe

All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
                    Abraham Lincoln

Missing you dearly.
Happy Birthday, Mother.
How I wish we could plant
white pansies (amor perfeitos - perfect loves)
together today.

Pansies were among my mother's
favorite flowers, not the tiny johnny jump ups variety,
but the large faced old fashioned pansies
with their charming smiley faces.
I'll plant white pansies with purple faces
today to commemorate her 86th birthday.
Just me, in solitude, out in the garden
dirt where I can carry on a conversation. 

I didn't know it, but the old house at 424 Purisima
had everything I needed
to fill my heart for a lifetime.
While I searched and peace alluded me,
the peace my soul desired was already
within me.

A large garden with an apple and plum tree.
Shasta daisies (margaridas),
fuchsias, roses (rosas), camellias (japonicas),
geraniums (solteiras), and
hydrangeas (hortencias).
I learned their Portuguese common names first.

My mother would garden by the light of the moon while
she cared for father in late stage Alzheimer's.  Her garden
was among the most beautiful of cottage gardens.
The flowers so loved, they lifted their heads to listen
to the outpouring of my mother's heart, to kiss
the sunshine and the water so lovingly provided.

My parents in the backyard at 424 Purisima

My father and me in the parlor at 424 Purisima. Always smiling.  


Me, Father, sister Mericia, and Joe in the parlor

My parents with the Last Supper in the pink kitchen at 424 Purisima