
PSA…hummingbirds like sipping from Mimosa trees.


…after a deluge…

It wasn’t long ago that I found out that mug-rugs were all the rage – well, at least in the quilting world, where I sometimes live. These twelve mug-rugs, with weekly snail-mail letters and periodic phone chats, were my small monthly contributions to my mother’s life as she convalesced for a year in Maryland at the home of my dear sister. Making mug-rugs with birds on them seemed the perfect idea as Mom loved birds, but because the pattern is not an original, (sameliasmum.com) to make them as special as I could for her, I used fabric from her ‘stash’ whenever possible, highlighting each month with traditional colors or themed fabric, and sewing them on my sweet little Singer Featherweight sewing machine that Mom gifted me in the early 1970’s. Recently returned to me by my sister, this collection of mug-rugs now represents remembrances of long ago ‘downtown’ trips to Newberry’s in Saranac Lake for fabric (and turtles, but that’s another story), Simplicity patterns, sewing projects, the passion for sewing she passed on to me, and the patience she poured out at each sewing juncture and far-flung ‘creative’ foible. We would sometimes talk about these little birds on the phone, but it wasn’t the mug-rugs per se that took conversational precedence, it was the sewing memories…

On our way out of Saranac Lake, a stop at Mountain Mist and an ice cream sundae with the works was a must, in memory of all the sundaes Mom treated me to many years ago.

What happens when a friend has an asparagus patch and she’s the only one in her family who likes asparagus? Thank you, friend!!! You can ‘spear’ me anytime you’re puzzled as to what to do with your abundant asparagus harvest!


from a childhood friend was this Saranac Lake dvd featuring cameos of my very own mother…good to hear her voice again…

chasing and erasing ev’ry faraway mile….

this Redpole nest built in one of our porch ferns would have been news she would have loved to read in my weekly note to her…

Here’s a photo – circa 1926-27. My grandfather, Henry Sylvester Dukett, seen here at the upper right hand corner of this photo, was part of the construction crew that built the Hotel Saranac in my hometown of Saranac Lake. We’ll be taking a sentimental journey there someday soon.
