From crescent bud
to fully bloomed
Thorn tipped rose
white flower of night
courts the sky
with its blossom of light
____________Colleen Redman______dVerse Poets Pub
From crescent bud
to fully bloomed
Thorn tipped rose
white flower of night
courts the sky
with its blossom of light
____________Colleen Redman______dVerse Poets Pub
~ The following first appeared in the March 6th issue of The Floyd Press with a larger spread of captioned photos.
The Blue Mountain School (BMS) community knows how to throw a party. The 5th annual Mardi Gras Costume Ball, a BMS signature fundraiser, was celebrated Saturday night in three festively decorated rooms at the Floyd EcoVillage. There were three live bands featured, a Gyroscopic Belly Dance Troupe performance and a New Orleans-inspired menu prepared by the Blue Mountain High School students and Chef Jason Loftus, who is teaching a culinary arts class at the school.
Billed as the most fun you can have at a fundraiser this side of the Bayou, the event was also a parade of carnival color, as attendees went all out for the occasion and were decked in beads, feathers and glitter masks. Event organizer Jamie Reygle said the crowd turnout was better than was expected. “The costumes get better every year,” he said.
Jayn Avery, who volunteered at the entrance ticket station, said the line to get tickets didn’t slow down till after 10 p.m. and took three volunteers to manage. Volunteers directed parking and sold tickets for beverage, food and student-made mask purchases. EcoVillage co-founder Jack Wall estimated that about 300 people attended.
Announcing this year’s Mardi Gras King and Queen from the Celebration Hall stage, Reygle said that the high school’s first year would not have been possible without the support of the honored couple, Kamala Bauers and Jack Wall. Bauers and Wall are founders of the EcoVillage, where the BMHS is housed. Reygle is a BMS parent and a board member for the elementary school, which has a 30 year long history. Will Griffin, the town mayor and last year’s king helped with the crowning. Griffin wore the coat that the late Tom Ryan wore at the inaugural Mardi Gras Ball. Ryan, 1st Mardi King, conceived of the event and helped to promote the first few events.
A Silent Auction of items to benefit the school included original Mardi Gras poster art by Emily Williamson, gift certificates, a pedicure, pottery, Floydfest and YogaJam tickets and more. A Kiddie Gras Pajama Party was supervised on the EcoVillage grounds, and the rocking music of Time is Art, Spoon Fight and Lagniappe kept the crowd dancing from 6:30 to midnight.
A few more photos: Dancers and decorations frame a performance by Spoon Fight, a local band made up of past students of BMS.
Blue Mountain High School students, Vivianna Lynch and Alex Hicks hold up the King Cake students made with Chef Jason Loftus in the EcoVillage kitchen. Loftus, a former House of Blues Lead Saucier, is heading up a Blue Mountain High School Culinary Arts class at the school. Proceeds from the food served at the Mardi Gras will go to a class trip to New Orleans. This photo appeared on the front page of the paper.
Buster and Julie Mowles came from Salem to attend the ball after reading about it in The Roanoke Times. From a café booth, they sampled the Mardi Gras menu and agreed that the jambalaya was delicious.
Elvis, aka Ann Shrader, dances with Katie Roberts. Shrader, who stayed in costume all night, won the best costume prize (Chef’s choice for two at Mickey G’s Bistro) and sang a number on stage with Lagniappe (see first photo.)
___________Our World Tuesday
What we want to say to winter.
When humans see their shadows.
The roar of blue sky gets louder.
Robins patiently wait.
Liam breaking bad.
____________Shadow Shot Sunday
~ The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on March 6, 2014. A couple of photos have been added.
Donna Polseno did some preparatory research for The Great Road: Contemporary Wood-fired Ceramics, an exhibit she presented at Roanoke’s Taubman Museum of Art, where she is adjunct curator of ceramics.
At the museum members’ opening Friday night, the renowned studio potter and sculptor explained her discovery of an 18th century trade route that the exhibit was named after. The route, which passed through Roanoke from Pennsylvania and continued south through Tennessee and North Carolina, linked together early American potters who settled along the route for access to trade and local clay.
The Great Road: Contemporary Wood-fired Ceramics exhibit brings together the work of nine contemporary potters who reside in the same geographic regions of the old trade route. Rob Barnard, Josh Copus, Kevin Crowe, Judith Duff, Dan Finnegan, Naomi Dalglish, Michael Hunt, Mark Hewitt, and Michael Kline are all wood-firing potters, practicing the earliest ceramic tradition of using wood as a fuel source for kiln firing.
Polseno spoke of the potters represented as being at the top of their field, those who teach and speak internationally and who write about ceramics. She talked about international potters who worked in the U.S. after World War II and the influence they had on regional potters, which created a shift of wood-firing beyond functionality.
One of the featured potters that Polseno introduced to the attending crowd was Josh Copus (pictured above), who was raised in Floyd County, Virginia, and currently lives in Asheville. “I have three different kilns on my property in North Carolina that all generate different effects,” said Copus, who digs his own clay.
Copus talked about the community building component of wood-firing, saying, “My kilns are staffed continuously for days. We run eight hour shifts three shifts a day. It’s process that I can’t physically do alone.” He also spoke about his focus of making pottery that reflects a sense of place.
Kevin Crowe (pictured to the left with Polseno) was also in attendance. Crowe is a featured potter from Nelson County, Virginia, who said he began his journey as a potter after seeing a historic museum piece and wondering how it was made. “It’s a good time to be a potter,” said Crowe, referring to all the information available to potters that “used to be secret.”
Exhibit openings that were also featured on Friday night included From Picasso to Magritte: European Masters from the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, FOR Instance: the Art of Martin Johnson.The Great Road: Contemporary Wood-fired Ceramics exhibit will be shown till May 17. ~ Colleen Redman
Photos: 1. A variety of forms and shapes, glazed and unglazed, were represented at The Great Road exhibit. The green glazed pieces in the center are the work of North Carolina potter Michael Kline. 2. Josh Copus, whose pot is pictured in the background, addresses the crowd at the exhibit opening. Copus, founder of Clayspace Coop in Asheville, is soon off to Australia to be a presenter at an international wood firing festival and for a ceramics work residency on the island of Tasmania. 4. Local ceramic artist and Taubman Museum adjunct ceramics curator Donna Polseno is pictured with Kevin Crowe, whose wood-fired work is part of the Great Road exhibit. Polseno has been teaching ceramics at Hollins University since the inception of the ceramics program in 2004. She is founder of the University’s “Women Working with Clay” annual symposium and was the 2013 featured artist at Floyd’s Jacksonville Center for the Arts. 5. Copus pictured with his mother (me!) in a photo that was taken by Katherine Devine. I’ve been documenting Josh’s career HERE.
1. Plastic surgery is to Hollywood what steroids is to sports.
2. At the Floyd Mardi Gras Ball on Saturday I ran into a friend who told me she loves reading my blog but never comments. I said ‘thank you” and then told her that my blog was like PBS. If supporters want to see it continue, they should make an occasional comment donation.
3. It wasn’t too big a leap to go from spreading my velvet jacket on the ground to see if I could photograph some snowflakes as they fell to dropping my whole Mardi Gras Ball outfit to see how it looked in the snow.
4. Once Upon a Time in a Cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains THIS really happened.
5. I wasn’t at the Mardi Gras for more than five minutes before a man in a devil mask asked me if I’d consider selling my soul. “How many tickets is that worth?” I asked. It cost me 2 tickets for a local craft beer on tap. - More on the Mardi Gras and with me wearing the above outfit HERE.
5. Something I learned at the David Whyte workshop I recently attended: The word “sin” comes from an archery reference, meaning to miss the mark.
6. A record? THIS picture that my son posted on my Facebook wall of him and me at the Taubman Museum opening of The Great Road got over 300 likes.
7. My Ketch and Critter (from Old Crow Medicine Show) video of them singing Wagon Wheel at the Floyd Country Store is my most watched youtube video. It recently beat out Joe running the Log splitter, beating those 12,000 hits with nearly 15,000 hits.
8. Each one of us grows almost against our will into a steadily unfolding story where the horizon gets broader and more mysterious, the understanding of loss and mortality more keen, the sense of time more fleeting and the understanding of our own mistakes and omissions more apparent. In the midst of this deepening we have to make a life that makes sense: there is no other life than the one that involves this constant beckoning, this invitation to the fiercer aspects of existence. – David Whyte
9. Glass Slipper of Moon: It’s a fairy godmother’s moon / that glitters at midnight / A glass slipper of light / from the day’s dizzy spell / It’s a perfect fit / in a palace of darkness / in a happily ever after / end to the day
10. While on a walk with my 3-year-old grandson Liam today, we passed a red shed in the snow and Liam said, “Maybe that’s Santa’s house.”
11. Five year old Bryce was building a world with Mine Craft on his Dad’s IPad and said, “Mine Craft isn’t similar to our world because in Mine Craft you can look at the sun for a long time and in our world you can’t.”
12. I call the photo to the right “White Wedding.”
13. My stink bug spray of choice, especially the ones that gather on my windows: Windex.
~ The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on February 27, 2014
Jennifer Greene’s study of water began when she was a child playing in mud puddles. Today, as director of the Water Research Institute in Blue Hill, Maine, she consults with municipalities on waste water management and teaches hands-on workshops that explore the hidden language of water and foster a sense of wonder and respect for it.
Hosted by Spikenard Farm, Blue Mountain High School and the Floyd EcoVillage, Greene visited Floyd over the weekend. She presented a Friday night lecture and facilitated a day long workshop at the EcoVillage on Saturday. She also spent a school day with BMHS students, guiding them in science experiments that deepened their understanding and connection to water as a vital resource.
“Our task is to try to understand water on its own terms; how it behaves when it flows. It’s a very, very special fluid. We’re going to explore some aspects of its intrinsic nature … We’re going to meet a friend,” Greene told the students at Blue Mountain High School.
At the day long workshop, titled Seeing Water with New Eyes, Greene led about 25 participants in a series of empirical experiments to learn more about the living nature of water. “Water observes its own laws of meandering and flow formation that allows it to maintain its own vitality and to serve and support other life forms,” Greene said. – Colleen Redman
Post notes: Photo #1 shows adults at the all day workshop using a trickle board to investigate how water follows its own laws of meandering. Using dye they observed what goes on in eddies and side pools. Photo #4 shows participants walking with a tray full of water, observing its sensitivity and wave formation at varying speeds. Some noted that the faster they walked the less water was disturbed, while others reported that they walked slow to keep the water waves from spilling over.
The last two clips here are from Greene’s workshop with Blue Mountain High School Students. You can see photos from that and more by checking out THIS post (from which some of the above was adapted from). Some of the photos from Greene’s visit to BMHS appeared in The Floyd Press with the above ones.
Read more about Greene’s work HERE.
I wasn’t at the Mardi Gras for more than five minutes before a man in a devil mask asked me if I’d consider selling my soul. “How many tickets is that worth?” I asked. It cost me 2 tickets for a local craft beer on tap. I was really impressed with how cold it was.
“You look 10 years younger in that mask,” I told my friend Jack Wall. I don’t think I ever remember him smiling that much.
There were so many feathered boas and masks that I found myself humming “I’m being swallowed by a boa feather” to the tune of Shel Silverstein’s Boa Constrictor song.
I took a picture of the devil man who wanted to buy my soul but it didn’t come out because it as too dark (pun intended).
I had no qualms about taking pictures of total strangers, and there were a lot of masked ones to choose from, but the majority of the people at the ball were old and loved friends.
Look for a narrative and a lot more photos of the 5th annual Mardi Gras Costume Ball and Blue Mountain School Fundraiser in this week’s Floyd Press. Meanwhile, here are a couple of spoiler alert videos clips with some surprise twists, like Elvis on stage with Lagniappe singing Suspicion HERE and my friends Luke and Ashera dressed as the Sun and Moon and kissing HERE.
Read about last year’s Floyd Mardi Gras HERE.
The above photos were taken last night at the Taubman Museum of Art’s opening of The Great Road: Contemporary Wood-fired Ceramics of which my son was one of nine potters featured. More to come… Sunday Shadow Shot
The theme was The Art of Asking the Beautiful Question and the beautiful question was described by workshop leader/poet David Whyte as part of a conversational frontier that moves, matures and broadens our lives.
“What ground do I have to actually put my feet on? Will I not turn away from the difficult side of my existence in order to fully be here? What vow is being made on my behalf? Am I attentive enough to hear what is being announced?” were some of the beautiful questions that Whyte posed at the day long workshop I recently attended in Harrisonburg with friends.
Talking about his poem “Self Portrait” that he wrote after seeing a Denmark exhibit of Van Gogh’s self-portraits, he referred to the opening line (which was not what he was expecting): It doesn’t interest me if there is one god or many gods. “It’s not my question,” he told us. “What is my real question? I want to know if you belong or feel abandoned” (the second line in the poem).
Hearing the background stories to Whyte’s poems and experiencing his penetrating delivery of them (He reads lines more than once.) caused me to internalize them in ways I hadn’t by reading them on the page. Themes on death and grief were explored. The poems and insights he shared about the deaths of his mother, a neighbor and his friend and fellow poet John O’Donahue brought a tear to my eye. There was also plenty of humor and good laughs.
My own beautiful question was elusive. I seem to answer my question before I can ask it and the answer I usually get is similar to Whyte’s response to a woman in the audience who was dealing with acute grief. “There is no need to know the meaning … Let yourself be fully disorientated … Face the depth of grief …. We’re trying to choose on or the other rather than let things mature.” He spoke about the “ancient human intuition” that our loved ones are still here as a witness to our lives. And, although to know where they are is beyond our knowing, the conversation with them does reestablish itself and sometimes matures.
I decided that the art of asking the beautiful is a practice to be done in the moment, an announcement that I must be attentive to hear. And here’s the best part of a beautiful question, as described by Whyte: “A beautiful question shapes you as much by asking it as it does by actually answering. Just by asking a beautiful question you are emancipated into a larger conversation, put in a hall of a larger house of presence.”
What is your beautiful question?
1. “What is a “Courageous Conversation?” Well, I suppose it’s good to go to the root of the word ‘courage’, which comes from the old Norman French ‘coeur’ meaning heart. I suppose a courageous conversation is a heart-felt one. And a heart-felt conversation is one that needs to happen.” – David Whyte, poet.
2. I hope to soon post about the day-long workshop with David Whyte that I and a couple of friends attended on Saturday. It, titled “The Art of Asking the Beautiful Question,” was held at the Eastern Mennonite University in Harrisonburg, Virginia, which is where the above photo was taken.
3. Did Van Gogh paint THESE clouds in Atlanta?
4. My 3-year-old grandson Liam, who likes to say “I’m a bad guy” when he plays, had a band-aid on his face when I babysat him last week, and I kept thinking it was a scar or tattoo. (That’s the band-aid wearing bad guy getting caught eating snow on the right!)
5. I stayed away from the Olympics with a ten foot ski pole because the sports commentaries that go with it give me a headache like my father’s TV Sunday football games used to.
6. I like routine but am bored by monotony. I need a simple life so I can ponder the complexities of life.
7. It’s a good sign that at the David Whyte workshop, we had lunch under an oak tree and discovered that we were sitting on a bed of sprouting crocus.
8. I think it makes sense that the word poet is in the word prophet.
9. I want a poem I can live happily ever after with even if we fight / I want a poem that will talk to me but one that won’t say what it thinks I want to hear … More from Not Just a Pretty Face HERE.
10. I dreamt that an animal attached itself to my head and clung on tightly with its claws until it was welded to my head. I spent some time trying to call out for help but was paralyzed. Finally I managed to yell out “Joe,” penetrating through the dream with an out loud call that woke us both up.
11. Scenes depicting the quirky country life of Floyd are in THIS trailer of the new film Geographically Desirable, which was filmed in Floyd and which I covered for the local paper.
12. “A beautiful question shapes you as much by asking it as it does by actually answering. Just by asking a beautiful question you are emancipated into a larger conversation, put in a hall of a larger house of presence.” David Whyte
13. I wish I could delete sting bugs by pointing my mouse at them and clicking.
If you are sincere about your work, you won’t know how to do it at times. – David Whyte, poet
The broody hen sleeps through sunrise
She keeps herself apart from the flock
She stubbornly sits like a contemplating poet
like a Buddha denouncing possessions
Dreaming of worms that won’t wriggle away
and mourning the loss of unlived lives
she holds her vigil of moody intuition
She awaits creation as if the sky was falling
as if her actions could change the world
____________Colleen Redman______dVerse Poets Pub
I finally understand my aversion to jumping on the yoga band wagon. I checked out yoga in my 20’s when I was reading self-help books and exploring all things new and mysterious. At that time, I drew what I needed from it, but it did not take in the long term, and I am not interested in it now, although many of my friends are.
In his memoir Balancing Heaven and Earth Jungian analyst Robert Johnson explains that there are four branches of yoga that fit into Jung’s system of typology (Meyers Briggs), but only one of them is commonly known in the west: hatha yoga. He explains that hatha yoga is a physical yoga of positions that can alter temperature, change heart rate and blood pressure and develop focused attention and control. It’s best suited for sensing types, of which I am not.
Also, I am also not a feeling type, which is why bhakti yoga, the yoga of devotion to a bhakti master doesn’t appeal to me either. He writes, “Bhakti yoga takes you to salvation and enlightenment by exercising the feeling function … you pour out devotion and love until everything but the living flame of loves has been extinguished.” He points out that many Westerners are at home with bhakti yoga because so many have been raised on Christianity, and Jesus is thought to be a high bhaki master by some of the greatest Indian teachers.
As a meditater (currently lapsed but with 12 years of daily practice behind me), and as an intuitive in the Jungian typology, the third type of yoga that Johnson lists is a better fit for me: raja yogs. With raja yoga one meditates or listens as intently as possible, though not to any audible or specific information. “When the listener finally hears the unhearable and experiences that which is beauty outside the realm of ordinary human consciousness, then he or she has attained enlightenment. Intuitives are delighted with this language and in it find a home for that quality in themselves that the Western world fails to honor,” he writes.
I did TM (transcendental meditation) for six years before my sons were born and Passage Meditation for six years after they were grown. Although Passage Meditation is not a devotional meditation there is a devotional aspect to it and reading Johnson’s words helped me realize the likely the reason I dropped it after years of practice.
The next form of yoga Johnson writes about was a revelation to me. It appeals to Jung’s thinking type, of which I am, and explains a lot about who I am and am not. In this form of yoga you are instructed to reason and use intellectual focus until you have reasoned yourself out of the world of illusion. Not embraced by Westerners, this type of yoga maintains that by through intense concentration of intelligent thought one can pierce through neurotic behavior. It’s an impersonal disciple that thinking types feel at home with.
I’m not sure what the detailed practice of Jana Yoga is and, as one who is mostly averse to discipline practices, I’m not even interested in engaging in it. But the description of it explains my deep interest in pondering the human psyche and the penetrating quality I bring to writing, which is like a mediation of its own, especially the practice of writing poetry.
I think of books like I think of dreams. Many are entertaining and many are forgettable. There are only a few are big dreams that reveal insights into realm of the psyche/soul and offer direction. This book was like one of those big dreams and the above is just one reason why.
Note: If I was going to do yoga it would be THIS.
Jennifer Greene’s study of water began when she was a child playing in mud puddles. Today, as director of the Water Research Institute (WRI) in Blue Hill, Maine, she teaches hands-on workshops that demonstrate the hidden language of water and helps others develop a sense of wonder and respect for it.
“Our task is to try to understand water on its own terms; how it behaves when it flows. It’s a very, very special fluid. We’re going to explore some aspects of its intrinsic nature … We’re going to meet a friend,” Greene told the students at Blue Mountain High School in her introduction to them.
She was in town to present, Seeing Water with New Eyes, a weekend workshop event at the Floyd EcoVillage. Hosted by Spikenard Farm and Bee Sanctuary, the event includes a Friday night lecture from 6 p.m. to 8 p.m. for $5, and a day long workshop on Saturday from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. at a cost of $85 (which includes, lunch, snack and Friday night lecture).
Here’s an excerpt from the event poster, outlining the day long workshop: Knowledge of “water’s language” can lead to new paradigms for natural resources management and policy strategies. The “movement forms we will study are: the drop and drop-fall; the vortex in its various forms, the wave and the meander. Beginning with simple phenomena experiments, that can be observed, the methods employed by WRI show that water phenomena are like the letters of a script which can be learned, read and used to understand its story.
I’m sorry to say that I’ll be out of town and won’t be attending the event, but I was able to stop by the BMHS and watch one of about 20 hands-on experiments that Greene leads. I was very impressed and grateful that she volunteered her time and knowledge to the students.
Call the EcoVillage at (540) 745-4434. There’s still time to sign up.
You can read about Greene’s day long workshop with adults HERE.
1. Overheard at our house after reading questions on Facebook about road conditions during last week’s snowstorm: “There are no roads to report road conditions from … only snow!
2. Two feet of snow fell in two days and had me singing this: Oh gee, Oh gee, It’s up to my knee, It’s up to my knee. Oh my, Oh my, It’s up to my thigh, It’s up to my thigh. Oh heck, oh heck …
3. I recently posted on Facebook about naming one of my chickens Dolly so I could sing Hello Dolly when I go out each morning to feed them, and someone left a comment revealing the best name to give a dog: Stella!
4. THIS guy plays with his food to everyone’s benefit.
5. My son used to play with his food and have battles between blueberries and grapes. The blueberries always lost because they were his favorite fruit and he ended up eating them first.
6. I posted the picture above with the title “Valentines” on Facebook and it got over 95 likes.
7. The impromptu theme of Joe’s and my Valentine’s celebration this year was raspberry, right down to the raspberry beret I wore. We sipped raspberry beret wine that I got from Villa Appalaccia and Joe brought dark chocolate raspberries. We didn’t plan the raspberry theme or the cowboy hat that Joe wore. He put it on after it blew off the snowman I had made earlier in the day.
8. Meanwhile a friend on Facebook reported that her Valentine brought her a kale bouquet.
9. What will they think of next? A lingerie company in Japan has invented a bra that only comes unhooked if it senses you’re in love.
10. The It Takes Two Math Assignment: You compound my interest / I’m counting the ways / I’m finding the common denominator / of you and me / and adding the possibilities / I’m dividing my time / and multiplying my chances / I’m upping the ante / for winning your love.
11. I like Billy Collins’ poetry for the same reason I like Richard Brautigan’s poetry or the music of The Crash Test Dummies. It’s quirky, set to a good beat, and tends to have a surprise twist. Anybody who writes a poem titled “Taking off Emily Dickinson’s Clothes” and talks about dead people in glass bottom boats watching our heads gets my attention right of the bat. - More on Collins from a 2008 post titled Poetic Heretic HERE.
12. Toasting originated from the practice of putting a stale piece of bread in wine to soak up the acidity. Over centuries, the term slowly transformed to incorporate traditional libations and the honoring of people. In the early days of this connection, the person being honored often received the physical toast saturated with wine at the end.
13. Have you noticed that snowmen look like ghosts?
- The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on February 13, 2014.
In an opening splash, Natasha’s Market Café recently welcomed guests to the Moonlight Lounge. The new venue, located on top of the Harvest Moon Food Store, shares space with Natasha’s and the Over the Moon Art Gallery. It features an extensive wine menu, bottled and craft beer on tap and chef-made appetizers, served in a relaxed and art-filled setting.
Re-defined with canvas-like sails suspended over the bar, about 1/3 of the restaurant has been transformed into lounge space. Swivel bar chairs line the bar and a banquette seating area is separated from the main dining by couches and wooden partitions.
Harvest Moon owner Margie Redditt (pictured above) who oversees the art gallery and will be overseeing the Moonlight Lounge, explained that they plan to host more events that relate to food and art at the lounge, such as tasting and pairing events and meet the artist Gallery receptions. They also want to feature local farmers who make value added craft products.
Pam Pinto (pictured below with Lounge bartender Rick Brown), a marketing consultant who has been working on the launch, said the Lounge is a great place to drop by and have a glass of wine when you’re in town, enjoy the open space, experience the art, socialize with others and have a bite to eat without sitting down to a full meal. “And there’s plenty of good parking,” she added.
Lounge appetizers range from $3 to $9 and include wasabi nut brittle, sweet potato fries, BBQ buffalo sliders on homemade buns, crab cake sliders, smoked chicken wings, beer cheese, marinated olives and more. Organic and local wines are included on the wine list and the beer selection includes organic, alcohol-free and gluten-free. Kombucha on tap is one idea being explored and fresh popcorn with homemade toppings is always free.
At the opening Friday and Saturday guests enjoyed complimentary appetizers from 5-6 and happy hour drinks from 5-7. They voted on their favorite appetizers, marking checks on a chalkboard.
“It’s a good opportunity for Natasha (Chef Natasha Shishkevish) to highlight her menu and for people to sample what the restaurant offers,” Redditt said about the Lounge. – Colleen Redman
Post Notes: The first combined event at Natasha’s Café will take place for Mardi Gras on March 1st. There will be a Mardi Gras inspired menu prepared by Chef Natasha and a meet the artist reception for New Orleans potter Niki Crosby, whose pottery is pictured above in front of a painting by local artist Jeanie O’Neill. Face paintings, masks and beads and a Mardi Gras throne, where patrons can take photos, will round out the festive evening. Current Moonlight Lounge hours are Tuesday and Wednesday 11:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m., Thursday and Friday 11:30 to 9:00, Saturday 11:00 to 9:00 and Sunday 10:30 – 2:00. Hours will be expanding in March.
of moon ice
Big dipper of stars
toasting the night life
is tipsy tonight
________Colleen Redman________dVerse Poets Pub
Neighbors on snow plows are the heroes of the day.
Nearly two feet in two days was no picnic (and notice that the picnic bench seating has completely disappeared).
Even the chickens appreciate the snow shoveling efforts of others. Watch them try their newly shoveled run HERE.
Some of the girls were afraid of their own shadow after being literally “cooped up” for two days.
But there was time for play. “You almost can’t not make a snowman with this kind of snow,” I told Joe.
We named her Be Mine Valentine.