When I was growing up in the Finger Lakes region of NY, Labor Day was the demarcation weekend between summer and when fall unofficially began. It was the last carefree weekend before school started, and it usually involved
Month: August 2013
The rain threatens with gray skies and no sight of the sun. Are you as tired of the downpours yet, or are you in a section of the country that needs it desperately? KBJ is in San Francisco where the Yosemite wildfire threatens the city with loss of power and water. There is rain all… Continue reading
My friend Kim and I both share a love of all things garden, so we planned a trip to a wonderful nursery on the other side of the mountain that she introduced me to several years ago.
I have so admired these stoves for forever it seems, and have never been so fortunate as to own one. They are examples of beautiful design and function.
Today started cool and clear. My master bedroom is a wall of glass, and I had cool breezes filtering in all night. It was delightful to be able to turn off the A/C and enjoy fresh air. This morning KBJ had to leave for NC, so after breakfast I opened the front door to walk
Just a quickie chalk paint project. I just finished up a master bedroom for clients in NC. She needed a wastebasket
I have a large container in front of the middle brick divider that is between the two garage carriage doors. I usually plant it with either a bright Coleus or a Persian Shield. There is already some perennial vinca growing that cascades down the sides. The pot has developed a pretty patina of moss over… Continue reading
A life in music, and oh, such a notable and well lived life. If you love jazz, you had to love Mary McPartland. Even if you weren’t a huge fan of Jazz, you could still love Mary McPartland. I adored both her and her music.
I love, love the water. I love, love design. I often dream about a swimming pool design just for me that fulfills my love of the water and also integrates well with the landscape and the house. I went crazy for
My love of horses is no secret and when I come upon equine estates such as this, I allow myself to dream a little. Horses captured my imagination from the time