Welcome to My Crazy Quilt! Enjoy the Story Scroll. . . .

110 West 80 St-4R, NY, NY 10024To my readers, longtime and new, WELCOME! Blogging is a shared experience. On a personal level, my blog delves into self-discovery as I stitch together a story in the moment. It is my verbal crazy quilt. With you, it is my joy of connecting.

No crazy quilt is the same. Textile artists toss aside geometric perfection for small, unpredictably shaped patterns. My grandmother, in the tradition of mountain mothers before, created free-flowing art that warmed her family on winter nights. She patched together scraps of twill, denim, corduroy, children’s outgrown clothes, men’s shirttails, worn-out dresses, and cotton sacking into “memory gems” of life. There is a story for every patch.

Your visits are pure pleasure and your comments always treasured.

Innocent Abroad: Miss Bunny Eyeballs French Art

My mother’s formal first name was Frances Marion. However, like any southern dowager, she had a perky nickname: Miss Bunny. She counted Kitten, Buttercup, and Binky among her best friends.

On her Grand Tour, Miss Bunny took to French culture: cup after cup of sugary-sugary café, croque monsieur, and comfort food in the provinces. As for art, her period taste took a downturn after the Impressionists. Miss Bunny was quite the critic.

Miss Bunny

Miss Bunny

"Picasso. "Woman Reading." I can't swear to it, but I think I saw this poor soul in a midway tent at the state fair in nineteen and forty-nine.

Picasso. “Woman Reading.” I can’t swear to it, but I think I saw this poor soul in a midway tent at the state fair in nineteen and forty-nine.

My stars and garters.  I have double vision.

My stars and garters! Do I have double vision?

Picasso. "The Kiss." Oh, dear. Rubber necking.

Picasso. “The Kiss.” Oh, dear. Rubber necking.

Brancusi. "The Kiss." Just like two telephone poles stuck together.

Brancusi. “The Kiss.” Just like two telephone poles stuck together.

Rodin. "TheKiss." I do believe they're havin' more fun.

Rodin. “The Kiss.” I do believe they’re havin’ more fun.



Longwood Gardens: Chrysanthemum-Burst

Brightened crppd Depth of field yellow chrys. large_pe_pe_peLast Sunday, sunshine beckoned, and we followed. It was a “cool-blue-gold” autumn day, ideal for a turn through Longwood Gardens in Kennett Square, Pennsylvania. The Chrysanthemum Festival is a no-miss November event. The Orangery, or conservatory, is lush spectacle.

Depth of field part of big chrys-sm perspective_peThe festival tangibly reveals Asian sensibility. The art is pure, with more than 80,000 blossoms nurtured and trained into aesthetic forms.pink and lavender chrys bright and closeup_pedepth of field yellow-lavender chrys_pedepth of field lavender and pink chrys_pe

2014-11-09 12.46.45John Alex Floyd, Jr., PhD—former editor-in-chief and longtime dean of horticulture at Southern Living—urged this sojourn when I moved to Delaware. Although nestled in the historic Brandywine Valley of southern Pennsylvania and northern Delaware, Longwood Gardens is a yearly hot spot in the magazine. Southerners can’t resist its renowned museums and gardens. Neither can the world.  The linguistic music  of French, German, Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, Korean, Arabic, and a half dozen more languages fell upon my delighted ears as I strolled among shields, spirals, cascades, balls, and chandeliers. The common language: “Ahhh!”

2014-11-09 12.57.222014-11-09 12.54.132014-11-09 12.56.38

2014-11-09 12.46.07

2014-11-09 12.46.57

Dr. Floyd would have proven a most welcome walking companion, sharing compelling botanical details and the long history of these blooms. But he was in Sweet Home Alabama, so I gloried in ignorant bliss, stooping, gazing upward and downward, glancing side to side, stepping backward and forward, and then rounding once again my beaten path. I covered 4 acres in a fleeting four hours.

2014-11-09 13.10.56Despite this homage to Asian perfection, my thoughts turned to Alexander Pope, the 18th-century English poet and passionate gardener. (He penned “The Rape of the Lock,” a mock-epic, either a delicious bite or literary irritation, depending on your brush with a general-ed English syllabus.)

Longwood Gardens’ choreographed plant spectacular of colors, shapes, patterns, and textures embodies all that Mr. Pope prized in nature and reflected in his poetry: elegance, harmony, and balance.

2014-11-09 12.30.022014-11-09 13.16.402014-11-09 12.32.08

A couple of Mr. Pope’s lines echo the setting:

“Where order in variety we see,
And where, though all things differ, all agree.”—Epistle to Richard Boyle, Earl of Burlington (l. 15–16)

2014-11-09 12.50.122014-11-09 13.05.542014-11-09 13.07.00

Other foliage interspersed among the chrysanthemums heightened the joy—from grand-scale creations to miniature peeping delights. A surprise bird of paradise perched amid the splendor.

2014-11-09 12.27.552014-11-09 12.59.312014-11-09 13.16.57

The crown jewel of the festival is the 1,000-bloom chrysanthemum. Only a handful of individuals practice the ancient art. It is a triumph of architecture, horticultural expertise, and brilliant design technique. The story unfolds every autumn.

“If you would be happy for a lifetime, grow chrysanthemums.”—Chinese proverb






College Credit for “Wasting Time on the Internet”

“At Penn, students can get credit for ‘Wasting Time on the Internet’”

Damn, that’s a good headline.

I recently spotted it in the Washington Post (while aimlessly wandering the Internet).

The_ScreamHad I been a parent bankrolling my offspring’s major in creative writing, the article might have prompted a screaming “WTF?” text. Too late! My kid already would have commenced the mindless trolling.

However, I am a nonparent, so Abby Ohlheiser’s article hooked me. Admittedly, if my college career had involved the Internet, I would have signed up for a course titled “Wasting Time on the Internet” (taught by poet Kenneth Goldsmith).

So what’s up with all this mindless Internet engagement? Per Mr. Goldsmith’s syllabus, “students will be required to stare at the screen for three hours, only interacting through chat rooms, bots, social media, and listservs. . . . Distraction, multi-tasking, and aimless drifting is mandatory.” (Subject-verb agreement of the previous sentence might trouble a grammar Nazi who does not recognize the thrill of this ride.)

Resized Edited Devices for credit for net surfing_peMs. Ohlheiser writes: “Goldsmith says he hopes the distraction will place his students ‘into a digital or electronic twilight’ similar to the state of consciousness between dreaming and waking that was so prized by the Surrealists.”

I would like to fancy myself falling into this creative state, but my 6:30 a.m. snooze-button battle gets in the way.

Despite the shock of the headline, the course  requires reading of critical texts. One term rang a distant bell: affect theory. While studying literature in the era of the early Compaq computer, I probably bumped into it.

On the day I read Ms. Ohlheiser’s article, the name of Henri Bergson briefly trotted through my brain. However, I couldn’t Google any terms because I was on deadline for an article about redecorating a tot’s room that will last through her teen years. It’s written on the sixth grade level for harried mothers who like to read about such projects and fantasize about attempting them.

Thus far, it’s a hopeless, indeed  impossible, assignment.


I do not live in a writing paradise. This busy audience will glance at the lovely pics and perhaps skim some captions. If I am truly successful, they will consider the how-to steps that the copy desk managed to cut and then cram into a box compromised by a costly digest-size ad. This will happen only if they actually subscribe to a hands-on publication as opposed to finding free info on the websites of beleaguered lifestyle magazines.

To return to the rarefied world of Mr. Goldsmith: I find his brief auto-bio fascinating. In 2013, he “penned” his experiences on Dazed Digital. Click or go with my condensed form:

* New Age-Transcendental Meditation parents

* Drugs out of boredom

Infinity Lite 1280px-Ford_Fairmont_sedan_2_pe* No more drugs because of an inspiring drawing class in which a car was no longer a car but rather “an amalgam of color, shape, and form” (That recalls the transformation of my 1992 Toyota when a mother-boat blue Ford smashed it in 1997.)

* From sculptor (Rhode Island School of Design) to “text artist” to poet

* Radical modernism fan of Joyce, Stein, Beckett . . .  (I cannot argue with his taste.)

* An English professor and poet followed by a “thinkership” rather than readership (I like the sound of that.)

* Poet Laureate of MoMA  (pretty cool)

* Founder of  UbuWeb (Here I can catch a plethora of avant-garde works by the likes of Philip Glass, Jorge Luis Borges, and Allen Ginsberg collected since 1996. Free!)

* A one-man mind machine

800 px Edited Infinity Lite Cnn.svg_peMr. Goldsmith details some of his literary adventures in his Dazed Digital essay. As someone frustrated by current media, I reveled in the description of his tome Seven American Deaths and Disasters: 

I wanted to find out: what are the words we use to describe something that we never thought we’d have to describe? I transcribed historic American radio and television reports of national tragedies as they unfurled. The slick curtain of media was torn, revealing acrobatic linguistic improvisations. There was a sense of things spinning out of control: facts blurred with speculation as the broadcasters attempted to furiously weave convincing narratives from shards of half-truths. It was as if the essence of the media was being revealed while its skin was in tatters. It felt like a Godard film. . . .

After that nice turn of phrase, I pondered the “bourgeois” meaning of the waking-dreaming state suffered by my business communication students.

Waitress_at_Czech_Beer_Festival_peActually, they spent a lot of time between waking and non-REM sleeping. They were exhausted: some worked a 30-hour week (or more) while taking a full load of courses.

I will never forget the bright woman who lived in her car and begged relatives to babysit her toddler while she was in class—until she pulled enough shifts as a server to afford cheap daycare and enough square footage for a bed, table, and chair. She always showed up for class, executed sharp presentations, and never passed out.

My students did not get credit for wasting time on the Internet. They had no time to waste. If they committed plagiarism after a thoughtful definition, well, they got zip credit.

F Screenshot 2014-11-05 14.11.55_pe

* * * * *

For more information about Kenneth Goldsmith, visit the Poetry Foundation. Short bursts are available via Twitter.

Edited Marcel_Proust_1900-2_peOn a personal note, I will mention arguably the most innovative novelist of the 20th century: Marcel Proust, who wrote A la Recherche du Temps Perdu (In Search of Lost Time). Biographer William C. Carter beautifully explores the author’s world in Marcel Proust: A LifeWarning: if you tackle this novel, you must abandon the extra time you blow surfing the Net, as it is 3,000 pages long.


Server courtesy of Jini Suchmel, FlickrČeský pivní festival Praha 2009

Wednesday Short: Fall Leavings

girl-in-yellow-sweater-1936.jpg!BlogA few yellow leaves fluttered by as I glanced out the kitchen window. I touched a cool windowpane. Sweater weather—at least for today. Autumn colors bleed in October, then trickle thinly in November. I will buy a rake. . . .

Canada comes,

Cooling the Blue Ridge leaf by leaf,

Bronze, vermilion, copper, and yellow flame

While the morning moon burns white in blue.


Umber splotches rosy dogwood,

And birds snatch at candy-berry clusters.

My face upturns to catch the sun’s glow

Through lidded eyes.

James_Guthrie_-_To_Pastures_New_1883The wind stirs twigs and branches,

Brushing leaves back and forth,

And a dry rain falls,


Early frost pales the trees and

Thins chirping, buzzing, whirring—

Cézanne_Cour_d'une_fermeCall-and-response night song.

I mourn the rasping choir.

I look for the farmer’s geese,

Snowy flecks in a browning field.

But he has sold them,

And the pasture gate swings, half-open.



Girl in Yellow Sweater, Prudence Howard

Lane at Alchamps, Arles, Paul Gaugin

To the Pasture New, James Guthrie

Farmyard, Paul Cézanne


National Calendar Day: Here’s a Bellyful

Even centuries ago, November was a piggish month.

Even in centuries-old calendars, November was a piggish month.

I have an assignment due November 1. I will spare you the details, but it is a component in a semester-end presentation (social media marketing course). As a midlife-challenged learner, I inspected the calendar for a reality check on my schedule. After all, November is a busy month.

For instance, consider November 1. Key decision moment:  Do I throw away the leftover bags of miniature Halloween candy or stash them in a hiding place for future nibbling? I love coffee-choco combos for breakfast. Better yet, do I hit bargain-priced end-units chock-full of candy for further furtive stashing?

Then Thanksgiving looms. Marathon eating consumes families. That includes snacks for the legendary Iron Bowl on November 29. (In case you live on another planet, that marks the heated Auburn-Alabama rivalry.)

Scoreboard in Jordan-Hare Stadium after No. 4 Auburn upset No. 1 Alabama on November 30, 2013

No. 4 Auburn upset No. 1 Alabama in last year’s Iron Bowl.

I sit in the lifelong cheap seat: a couch. chaise longue 800px-Edouard_Manet_032The median price for a secondary ticket sale is $535, according to Forbes senior editor Kurt Badenhausen. He quoted this figure in mid-August. (I must note that he attended non-SEC Colgate University.) Likely, the price has shot up. Even if their teams have taken a beating, Alabama and Auburn fans always ante up.

Fortunate and impassioned ticket-holders will have a field day tailgating.

In addition to these events, I discovered that November is fraught with themes and special dates, according to National Calendar Day. In fact, the list of celebratory occasions quadruples the number of days in the month. (A skim reveals a few worthy causes—I leave that to your perusal.)

If I were an ardent blogger, I could easily post an item three times per day. Not happening.

Memm Club-sandwichWhat struck me was the November food and drink pile:

National Cook for Your Pets Day

National Vinegar Day

National Deep Fried Clams Day

National Deviled Egg Day

Sandwich Day

National Candy Day

National Doughnut Day

Sugar rush! Follow that truck.

Sugar rush! Follow that truck.

National Nachos Day

National Men Make Dinner Day

National Bittersweet Chocolate with Almonds Day

If you remember the 1970s, you know Harvey.

If you remember the 1970s, Harvey may have been your friend.

National Cappuccino Day

National Harvey Wallbanger Day

National Vanilla Cupcake Day

National Sundae Day

National Pizza with the Works except Anchovies Day

National Indian Pudding Day

National Spicy Guacamole Day

National Bundt (Pan) Day

National Spicy Hermit Cookie Day

Raisin Bran Cereal Day

National Fast Food Day (a daily holiday for some Americans)

Go vintage. Grab a burger  at the oldest operating Mcdonalds in Downey, California.

Go vintage on Fast Food Day. Grab a burger at the oldest operating McDonald’s, located in Downey, California.

National Baklava Day

National Pickle Day

National Vichyssoise Day

National Carbonated Beverage with Caffeine Day

National Peanut Butter Fudge Day

National Stuffing Day

National Cranberry Relish Day

National Cashew Day

National Eat a Cranberry Day

National Sardines Day

Dreamy and creamy--the perfect parfait

Dreamy and creamy–the perfect parfait

National Parfait Day

National Cake Day

Tie One on Day

National Bavarian Cake Day

National Bavarian Cream Pie Day

National French-Toast Day

Maize Day

Banana Pudding Lovers Month

National Georgia Pecan Month

Spoon + Jar = All you need

Spoon + Jar = All you need

National Peanut Butter Lovers Month

National Pomegranate Month

Plum and Pomegranate Month

Spinach and Squash Month

Sweet Potato Awareness Month

National Fig Week was hardly a thriller for Adam and Eve.

National Fig Week was hardly a thriller for Adam and Eve.

National Fig Week

No doubt, there is serious corporate PR behind some designations. Even if I abandon the food list, I can imagine a thematic tie-in between certain brands. Consider these two November occasions: Intimate Apparel Week and National Impotency Day. Does this portend of a hookup between Victoria’s Secret, Cialis, and Viagra? That’s quite a threesome.

But I digress.

Is it any wonder that almost 79 million American adults are obese or more than one-third of adolescents and children are overweight or obese ?

I now weigh in differently on the meaning of November. To thwart temptation on All Saints’ Day, I will stay out of the candy aisle on Halloween, turn off the lights, and pretend I am not at home. Even if you are my best friend or relative, walk your children and grandchildren to somebody else’s door.

Scared straight: no more junk food . . . well . . .

Scared straight: no more junk food . . . well . . .

It is possible to become a “glutton” for good sense. For instance, we can take action during American Diabetes Month and National Hunger and Homelessness Awareness Week (November 15–23).

A clean fridge has its own special holiday. Only in America.

A clean fridge has its own special holiday. Only in America.

In addition, I will celebrate National Absurdity Day on the 20th and National Clean out Your Refrigerator Day on the 15th. . . .

So, dear readers, what is your favorite day?


Scoreboard courtesy of Superdupereditor

Club sandwich courtesy of Memm

Krispy Kreme truck courtesy of Bob Palin, https://www.flickr.com/photos/bobpalin

Harvey Wallbanger courtesy of Jay Keaton

Pickle courtesy of Renee Comet

McDonald’s in Downey, California, courtesy of Bryan Hong

Parfait courtesy of Ishikawa Ken (chidorian), https://www.flickr.com/photos/chidorian/

Peanut butter courtesy of Pingouperrios

Jack o’ Lantern courtesy of Toby Ord


Salut PA! Living Large at Galer Estate Vineyard & Winery

After two months in Wilmington, Delaware, I still pinch myself. Within 20 minutes, I can cross three state lines: Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and Maryland.

Galer Estate Vineyard & Winery bids a rustic welcome.

Galer Estate Vineyard & Winery bids a rustic welcome.

Last Sunday, we were short on daylight, so we bypassed Longwood Gardens and headed to Galer Estate Vineyard & Winery in Kennett Square and the fabled Brandywine Valley. Owners Brad and Lele Galer settled on the tagline “blending nature, science, and art.” All so true.

If I love the swirl, the nose, and the quaff (pretend connoisseur sans vocabulary), nature and science have taken care of themselves. The art and architectural elements stunned as soon as I stepped on the grounds.

Gated Gallic nuance romances the setting.

Gated Gallic nuance romances the setting.

Aesthetics lead, and visitors follow. In this pastoral setting, French château gates—in sharp iron and shadow—lay down the first of many patterns.

A colorful spin in the wind

A colorful spin in the wind

My eyes swept up the weather-beaten wood steps and across the deck and alighted upon a rainbow whirligig playing in the breeze. Mood set!

Deck views of nature tamed

Deck views of nature tamed

Lele Galer, a fine artist, designed the wine-tasting room and deck with views of the vineyards. It is a statement of hands-on love: latches and knobs, stained glass, paintings, Art Deco doors, and an antique marble-slab wine bar. Lele is also the genius behind the labels.

Sip and savor!

Taste of a golden afternoon

Taste of a golden afternoon

Echoes of art deco, with every leaf and vine shaped and  pressed by co-owner Lele Galer

Echoes of Art Deco, with every leaf, vine, and grape cluster shaped and pressed by co-owner Lele Galer

Patience and anticipation

Patience and anticipation

Feel the inspiration.

Feel the inspiration.

A hint of Arts and Crafts sensibility

A hint of Arts and Crafts sensibility

Seated art

In a warm corner: seated art

Hue changes mood: Lele's Expressionistc brushwork in oils.

Hue changes mood: Lele’s Expressionistic brushwork in oils.

Lele's labels of love

Lele’s labels of love

Mark your calendar. Click on the winery site for news about art and music events.

Mark your calendar! Click on the winery site for news about art and music events.

Lingering for a last minute look-back

Lingering for a last minute look-back

Yes, we came home with a case. Party on.

Yes, we came home with a case!