Pink and Green and Lilly

"Anything is possible with sunshine and a little pink."

Lilly Pulitzer

Wearing a 'Lilly' does mean sunshine and happy days.  If there was ever anything we could call 'feel good' clothing, this is it.  Lilly  chose her colors from a palette of the greens found on palms and kee lime trees to the colors of citrus oranges and pink grapefruits to pineapple shades and the corals of sunrises and sunsets over the turquoise waters surrounding Florida.  Wearing any fabric in these colors meant sophisticated relaxation.

I can't remember when I bought my first Lilly but I do know my sister introduced me to the Lilly shift. Doris would wear them daily when not in a golf skirt (but I bet her golf skirts were Lilly)

 and would always look so perfect.  I wish I still had some of those 'vintage' adorable dresses.  But I do have memories of some.  One, a pink and green shift that I wore the night I was introduced to Jimmy's cousins at a family cookout. The dress was special, but with the tied on kerchief around my hair and a Bermuda bag and a pair of Pappagallo flats that was style!
  

And, when I saw the picture below on Pinterest, I thought of a favorite of mine. It was a long green and white shift with a gorgeous matching triangular shaped shawl trimmed in a white ric rac.

When Little Jimmy was born.  My roommate from college, Maura and her Mom, came to visit me.  What I remember is both of them were wearing Lilly's. I learned at that point, these simple frocks looked great no matter where you were going or what you were doing and, they were multi-generational.  

                                                                 Lilly dress I wore of  Maura's

Then, Lilly seemed to disappear from my personal style until a                     revival when my children 

                         and grandchildren began wearing it. 

 Seeing them dressed in the styles I loved brought back such memories that I had to buy not only for them but for me.

We love the Lilly style so much, that entertaining "In the Pink" is the only way to have a summer party.

Quoting Lilly, "Live every day like it's a celebration and make every hour HAPPY HOUR"

Here is to you, Lilly!

What a Coincidence.

 I saw this bottle brush tree, in the little village of Darien, Georgia, and immediately thought of my daughter-in-law, Susan.  For some reason, we had gotten into a discussion about flowering trees and I mentioned the bottle brush tree.  I told her I would point one out to her, but had forgotten.  When I saw this gorgeous one, I snapped a picture and emailed it right off to her.   

No more than two minutes after sending the picture, I spotted a folk art sculpture of a bottle tree.  

What a coincidence... first the brush tree, then the bottle tree.

   As I drove further through the village, I saw more,

and more of these folk art trees

Then two days later, I was in Chestnut Hill, my home town. 

I walked into CU?IO, an antique shop .  The first thing I spotted was a  French wine bottle drying rack - another 

type of bottle tree.

Do you think I find this coincidence interesting because of all of the baby bottles I have washed in my life??

                                                                               Bottles and brushes from Target

Easter Treats

Happy Easter!

When Jimmy and I bought our first home, I could not have been happier.  Little did I know but there was a bonus wrapped up in the sale of that home -  a neighbor who would become my tennis partner, a walking buddy, someone to have coffee with, tea with, go to the beach with, share stories and dinners with, exercise with, share recipes with, belly dance with or do projects with.  And, Easter always makes me think of her.  

Gail and I would get involved in creating Easter confections for our children.  As I remember, the first year it was a cute bunny cake covered with colored frosting and lots of coconut and jelly beans.  

                                                                                 Photo from Bing

The next year, we added coconut eggs dipped in milk chocolate with the recipient's name written in icing on each one.  These, we placed around the dinner table as place cards.

                                                                                Photo from Bing

But the piece de resistance was our sugar eggs with an Easter scene diorama inside.  Gail and I used her grandmother's molds and her grandmother's recipe.  We had no idea how many hours we would spend creating these.  Mixing the sugar and egg white mixture to the right consistency, filling the egg molds, letting them dry - but just a little. Then, we would scoop out the inside to make it hollow and watch it crumble in our hands and need start over.  We adventually mastered the technique and were so excited to present our children with this magical Easter surprise. 

                                                                             Photo from Bing

 Whenever I see these eggs for sale, or the chocolate coconut eggs, or make a bunny cake, I think of Gail and the fun times we had being young stay at home moms and best of friends!

                                                            The two of us with Gail's triplet Grandsons

                                            

Flying HIgh

                      "He would look up at me with those
                    big brown eyes and I would just melt"
         That was what my Mom would say when referring
           to my brother.  As she called him, "Little Mal"

Obviously, the sun rose and set on him.  He could do nothing wrong.  Matter-of-fact, everything he did was amazing! This was not just her thinking but to everyone I knew.   I remember having a new friend when I was in 7th grade and her mother asking me about my brother.  She had heard that everything he touched would turn to gold.  I had no idea what she was talking about.  He was just my fascinating big brother,  eighteen years older than me, with lots of children near my age, and lots of animals. I knew he loved flying planes and was involved in the airline business, I knew he loved animals and had brought home from a trip to Mexico,  100 Mexican burros 

If his children wanted a monkey, they would have it.  He owned a sheep ranch, and campgrounds, a Chinese junk, a hotel,  a Caribbean island home, a house at the shore, and a farm in Pennsylvania. His motto was 'family recreation is the key to happiness'.  And, I was included in this wonderful life! 

                        But his true thrill was in the air.

Being so much younger than Mal, I have no idea what led him to the life of adventure he chose.  I do know that 2 months after he was born,  Charles Lindbergh made the first crossing of the Atlantic in an airplane and Lindbergh was in the news through most of my brother's early years.  Visiting faraway places through air travel was new and I'm sure he wanted to be a part of this cutting edge lifestyle.   

I also know that he was a pole vaulter in high school and college and competed in national championships.  Could that short spurt of flying through the air have had an impact? I don't know..

 I remember when I was seven and at a friend's house.  A commercial came on her radio saying in a sing song tune 
                                  " Fly, Sky Coach!"

This was my brother's business and I can still hear the tune.  

My sisters, my uncle and my cousin all were involved in those beginning days.  

                             Then his business took off! 

Whether it was helping to make sandwiches for the passengers, or flying in one of his planes, I was part of his adventurous lifestyle. 
     Mal, what a great life we had.  But, you left too soon!
                               
                        Happy Birthday!

The Pelican

                        A pelican on a post, standing in the sand,

floating in the water,  or flying by, reminds me of my father...

Daddy was one that always enjoyed fishing.  When my children were young and we visited my parents in Florida, a fishing excursion was a must.              

I can still see my toddler, Andy, standing next to a pelican, a few inches taller than him.  Jimmy and Tammy learning to cast, and reel in fish on the inter coastal 

with my father right at there side.  Just as that fish was brought ashore, a pelican arriving to chomp on that catch. 

                           Today, as I look out at that water, 
I can still hear my father's voice as he quoted the limerick by Dixon Lanier Merritt

                      "A wonderful bird is the Pelican,
                       His bill will hold more than his belican.
                       He can take in his beak
                       Enough food for a week!
                       But I'll be darned if I know how the helican?"                                           
                                      

Escape From Alcatraz

As my California family and I took a boat ride around San Francisco Bay, looking out at the Isle of Pelicans, better known as Alcatraz, I could feel the cold breeze, the rough sea, and the splashes of icy cold water.  To think my son, Jimmy, the next morning, would be jumping from a ferry boat anchored off the rocky coast of this island into the frigid water and taking part in The Escape From Alcatraz Triathlon, was too hard to fathom!

Alcatraz became the home of some of California's worse criminals just because of its location, a mile and a half off the San Francisco coast.  Extremely rough currents and the cold, shark infested water made it impossible for a prisoner to survive.  Thirty three years ago, a group of triathletes did try, and made it.  Since then, it has become one of the most prestigious and challenging triathlons in the world.
Usually, the event is held in June with the lunar moon deciding when the tides and currents would be right for the swim. 

San Francisco was chosen to host The America's Cup Race this June,  changing the date to March 2nd for the 'Escape', making the air and water temperatures that much more cold.  The starting time, 7:30 a.m., was set according to the moon but a surprise cruise ship decided to sail four hours early, delaying the race by half an hour, causing the current to be even meaner.

The California cousins and I were standing on the beach when it was announced that the first swimmer had jumped from the boat.  
Within six minutes, the last of over two thousand triathletes had to be in the water.  My fear let go to tears, as I waited.  Soon, the first couple of heads were bobbing in sight. 

Then, more and more.  As they ran ashore and through the time clock, we searched to spot Jimmy.  Hundreds of black wet suits, where was he?

I wandered away from the rest of my watching family.  Leaving them with my phone.  Now, I was lost, not knowing if Jimmy was yet on land.  I could see a multitude of swimmers being carried toward the open sea by the heavy currents.  

Where was Jimmy??  In a panic, I headed a mile back to the bike transition point to see if his bike was still there.  I came upon my niece, Lucy, and was told that Jimmy was almost to the half way point of the 18 mile bike ride. I could relax.

We shouted as he returned on the bike ride and screamed encouragement as he left on the nine mile run.

The best part was seeing him cross the finish line, looking as if he had just gone for a walk around the block.

We were one big, happy family at that line, making plans for next year and maybe, even having more family involved in relays.

This morning as I awoke, I thought of the excitement and fun of yesterday.  I am so proud of Jimmy being able to accomplish this.  His discipline, his determination, and his fitness are just a part of what makes him the special person that he is today.  But Jimmy, one Escape From Alcatraz is enough! Love you, and, Congratulations! Mommy

A Breath of Spring

Winter seems to last forever in New England.  My father once told me that spring comes to New England two weeks later than to Philadelphia.  Wouldn't we all love a breath of spring right now? Philadelphia is about to enjoy it - The Philadelphia Flower Show is opening it's doors this weekend with a  British 'Brilliant' theme.

Photo from the Philadelphia Flower Show Website

The Philadelphia Flower Show is a trip down memory lane for me.  My cousin, Bruce Robertson, told me my grandfather had participated and won a medal for his entry in what was then called The Pennsylvania Horticultural Society in 1906.

The Pennsylvania  Horticultural Society held it's first exhibition in 1827.  At that time the focus was on single plants,shrubs, flowers and trees, the exhibitor's prized specimens..  Today, The Philadelphia Flower Show has grown into the largest flower show in the world having over 250,000 visitors annually with the most breathtakingly beautiful displays.

I remember when I was young, spending hours at the convention center where the Flower Show was to be held.  That year, the theme must have been roses and our family business was creating a back  courtyard.  A used brick pathway with grass on either side meandered up to a white trellis arch, covered with pink and white climbing  roses.  

This was the entrance to a brick terrace, surrounded by a  privet hedge of boxwoods.  At the far side, there was a facade of a house with French doors opening to the courtyard.  White wrought iron furniture was arranged as seating and dining in preparation for a garden party.
Gorgeous varieties of pink and white roses were in pots, urns and climbing or cascading throughout. 

           I can still feel the excitement and smell the fragrances I experienced as a child that day.

The gift of horticulture and design which began with my grandfather is still present in the Robertson family.  We are a group of  designers, writers, poets and artists who love to have our hand in the soil.  The store, he founded almost 100 years ago is thriving.  Robertson's are still taking part in the Philadelphia Flower Show and winning prizes.  Their exhibit this year, I'm sure will be simply 'Brilliant'!

                                          Photo from Robertson's Flowers Blog with bench dedicated to my grandfather

For us in Boston, we must wait another two weeks for our breath of spring and the Boston Flower Show.