 Another gorgeous image from the Gemberling album. No date or inscription.
 Another gorgeous image from the Gemberling album. No date or inscription.A few artists I have been looking at lately:
* Irving Harper
* Stratis Vogiatzis
* Donald Judd (especially his library)
Here's wishing you all a happy Memorial Day. Be safe.
 Another gorgeous image from the Gemberling album. No date or inscription.
 Another gorgeous image from the Gemberling album. No date or inscription. Washington summers arrive early, and stay late. Beginning in mid May the air becomes heavy with humidity, and the hot sun steams up the city. Late afternoon thunderstoms become routine. And I stop cooking. Well, not exactly. I make things, I just don't like to cook them per se. Fresh salads with vegetables from the market (and herbs from the garden!). Grilled bread smeared with cheese or drizzled with oilve oil, topped with sliced tomatoes.
 Washington summers arrive early, and stay late. Beginning in mid May the air becomes heavy with humidity, and the hot sun steams up the city. Late afternoon thunderstoms become routine. And I stop cooking. Well, not exactly. I make things, I just don't like to cook them per se. Fresh salads with vegetables from the market (and herbs from the garden!). Grilled bread smeared with cheese or drizzled with oilve oil, topped with sliced tomatoes.
 Two photos: one looking up, the other down. From last night's sunset on the roof. A good mix of rain and sun has made for some very happy tomatoes.
 Two photos: one looking up, the other down. From last night's sunset on the roof. A good mix of rain and sun has made for some very happy tomatoes.

 Like many of the grand old houses of Fairmount Park, Woodford Mansion has a long and varied history. It is one of Philadelphia's earliest country houses, built in 1756 for William Coleman (described by his friend Benjamin Franklin as having "the coolest, clearest head, the best heart, and the exactest moral of almost any man I ever met"). After Coleman's death in 1769 the house passed through a series of owners before it was purchased by the city in 1869 to be incorporated into Fairmount Park. It served briefly as the home of the Park's chief engineer, and later as the Park guard headquarters and even a traffic court, slowly spiraling into that usual vortex of municipal decay.
 Like many of the grand old houses of Fairmount Park, Woodford Mansion has a long and varied history. It is one of Philadelphia's earliest country houses, built in 1756 for William Coleman (described by his friend Benjamin Franklin as having "the coolest, clearest head, the best heart, and the exactest moral of almost any man I ever met"). After Coleman's death in 1769 the house passed through a series of owners before it was purchased by the city in 1869 to be incorporated into Fairmount Park. It served briefly as the home of the Park's chief engineer, and later as the Park guard headquarters and even a traffic court, slowly spiraling into that usual vortex of municipal decay.  Inscribed, recto: "cherrie [sic] orchard"; verso: "Pa picking Cherries / Kansas City Mo." Orchards seem to be the theme for the week.
Inscribed, recto: "cherrie [sic] orchard"; verso: "Pa picking Cherries / Kansas City Mo." Orchards seem to be the theme for the week.
 One of our stops this past weekend in Philadelphia was at Woodford Mansion. While we were treated to a tour of the house (more on that later), an army of volunteers (primarily children) were busy in the garden with shovels and spades. I was delighted to discover that they were part of the Philadelphia Orchard Project, which is dedicated to planting fruit trees in primarily low-income areas of the city. Upon closer investigation I was amazed to find the garden home to a bountiful patch of strawberries and a myriad of young fruit trees.
 One of our stops this past weekend in Philadelphia was at Woodford Mansion. While we were treated to a tour of the house (more on that later), an army of volunteers (primarily children) were busy in the garden with shovels and spades. I was delighted to discover that they were part of the Philadelphia Orchard Project, which is dedicated to planting fruit trees in primarily low-income areas of the city. Upon closer investigation I was amazed to find the garden home to a bountiful patch of strawberries and a myriad of young fruit trees.
 John Bartram (1699-1777), along with his sons William (1739-1823) and John, Jr. (1743-1812), are best known for their pioneering work as botanists, naturalists, and explorers. Over the course of their lifetimes, they traveled north to Lake Ontario, south to Florida, and west to the Mississippi River, collecting native plant specimens along the way. These they brought home to Pennsylvania and cultivated in their modest garden along the banks of the Schuylkill River. There they grew as many as 2000 types of plants, shipping specimens on request to clients throughout the colonies (men such as Washington, Jefferson and Franklin), and on to England. In 1765 he was named by George III as the King's Botanist for North America.
 John Bartram (1699-1777), along with his sons William (1739-1823) and John, Jr. (1743-1812), are best known for their pioneering work as botanists, naturalists, and explorers. Over the course of their lifetimes, they traveled north to Lake Ontario, south to Florida, and west to the Mississippi River, collecting native plant specimens along the way. These they brought home to Pennsylvania and cultivated in their modest garden along the banks of the Schuylkill River. There they grew as many as 2000 types of plants, shipping specimens on request to clients throughout the colonies (men such as Washington, Jefferson and Franklin), and on to England. In 1765 he was named by George III as the King's Botanist for North America.

 A sneak peek at an outing to Bartram's Garden in Philadelphia. Indeed a city of brotherly love ~ I have much to share from this weekend.
 A sneak peek at an outing to Bartram's Garden in Philadelphia. Indeed a city of brotherly love ~ I have much to share from this weekend. Inscribed, top: "Puzzle ~ find Aunt Flora" / center: "May 30" / bottom: "I held my camera down for these little old fashioned pinks. See how clear the lower right ones are. You can almost see the stamens." This group is by the same photographer as this wonderful winter scene. {click to view larger}
 Inscribed, top: "Puzzle ~ find Aunt Flora" / center: "May 30" / bottom: "I held my camera down for these little old fashioned pinks. See how clear the lower right ones are. You can almost see the stamens." This group is by the same photographer as this wonderful winter scene. {click to view larger} This morning I ventured up to the roof garden, and much to my delight discovered that the "Early Girl" had delivered! Two perfect yellow buds. And then LOOK what I found on the "Cherokee"! I practically cried. For those of you seasoned gardeners out there, I am sure this is all routine, but for me it is miraculous. The challenge of bringing this garden to life has been immense, from getting approval from the condo board and overcoming the nay sayers to battling a rather unforgiving roof-top climate. So, yes this is a minor miracle. Of course, we are not hanging up the victory banner until we sit down to our first home-grown Caprese salad and a cool bottle of rosé. There is still a way to go.
 This morning I ventured up to the roof garden, and much to my delight discovered that the "Early Girl" had delivered! Two perfect yellow buds. And then LOOK what I found on the "Cherokee"! I practically cried. For those of you seasoned gardeners out there, I am sure this is all routine, but for me it is miraculous. The challenge of bringing this garden to life has been immense, from getting approval from the condo board and overcoming the nay sayers to battling a rather unforgiving roof-top climate. So, yes this is a minor miracle. Of course, we are not hanging up the victory banner until we sit down to our first home-grown Caprese salad and a cool bottle of rosé. There is still a way to go.


 Fresh greens! Such a wonderful spring indulgence. At monday night's garden fête I made a huge bowl of pasta salad to feed the worker bees ~ an old favorite (low fat and flavorful). Little did I know that it would be such a hit! It's a twist on a recipe I found several years ago in the omni-present Martha Stewart Living. My version below. Serve with a glass of Provençal rosé...and enjoy!
Fresh greens! Such a wonderful spring indulgence. At monday night's garden fête I made a huge bowl of pasta salad to feed the worker bees ~ an old favorite (low fat and flavorful). Little did I know that it would be such a hit! It's a twist on a recipe I found several years ago in the omni-present Martha Stewart Living. My version below. Serve with a glass of Provençal rosé...and enjoy!
 Rosemary and thyme. All happily planted, ten stories up. We filled five 3-foot containers with herbs, and two large terra cotta pots with tomatoes. And there is space for more! Many of the building residents are a bit dubious that we can pull this off, but I am happy to report that our little garden seems to be flourishing after only a couple days. The tomatoes have settled in nicely and are already showing a few flowers.
 Rosemary and thyme. All happily planted, ten stories up. We filled five 3-foot containers with herbs, and two large terra cotta pots with tomatoes. And there is space for more! Many of the building residents are a bit dubious that we can pull this off, but I am happy to report that our little garden seems to be flourishing after only a couple days. The tomatoes have settled in nicely and are already showing a few flowers. ...for a marvelous lady. A bit deconstructed, but I do suspect she will like that.
 ...for a marvelous lady. A bit deconstructed, but I do suspect she will like that.