We are now in the early spring where the weather zigzags from one extreme to another. Sunday we walked in Central Park with dear friends. The grass is velvety for the moment and the foliage hasn't filled out the trees. The result exposed views of the park that are visible for only a couple of weeks. This little wandering bit of water is usually hidden by leafy trees. In a month or so the wild chartreuse of the willow tree will settle down to a mellower darker green. The next day we heard the sad, sad news of the death of a beloved cousin. Appropriately, the day of his funeral was cold and rainy. My head has been filled with memories of a lifetime, of a life. Yesterday a friend and I were meeting at the Met to see the exhibit on the Harlem Renaissance. My walk from 96th street to the Museum looked like it could have been painted by Fragonard. I haven't been so excited by a museum exhibit for a long long time. Check out this review for more images. I love this fra...
A blog, mostly about my work making Jewish ritual objects, but with detours into garment making, living in New York City, cooking, and other aspects of domestic life. A note about comments: I love comments from readers, from spammers, not so much. I approve comments before posting them so comments are not cluttered with junk. It may take a few hours before your posts appear. Be patient. If you are a real person with a real comment it will be posted.