Halloween is over with and the leaves are finally starting to fall.
This pumpkin has a curious nose.
One of the best bits of Halloween is getting candy… my daughter say they were allowed to eat as much as they wanted…oh my!
The Winesap apples have finally arrived and are very crispy and tasty.
I currently have an obsession with dried up dahlias…
almost time to chuck them.
A fallen leaf on 20th street.
Stuff from a garden on Long Island
and acorn cups.
An arrangement of acorn cups and rosehips in a cup by my assistant (aged 3). Doesn’t it look like a weird clock-face in the acorn cup upper left?
and the joy of fallen leaves…
In these unsettling and most peculiar times I look for diversions
like contemplating a lovely dessert with blackberries and figs
or maybe quinces – but am not certain what I would do with the quinces. I like the look and the name but not the taste really.
Apples are easy but the Winesaps won’t be here until next week.
Teeny, tiny pears all sheeny with wetness.
Then I’m delighted by pinkness and buy dahlias which will only last three days – but lots of nice things last even less time than that.
Oh my! what a dazzle for the eye!
The mescalun looks as if it has been arranged – but it hasn’t.
Romanesco is worth mediating on – all Fibonacci and architectural – look at the little group of singers at the top in their soft green dresses under the coral overhang – or make up another story entirely. Or, according to Mee (the friend who did the cookbook) bake it inside a Godzilla cake and astound the kiddies.
An orange nose has poked itself into the ghost gourds.
This decorative gourd is all warty and weird – maybe it’s enchanted. In the end I brought the dahlias home and took their photo on the dining table.
And that was my morning avoiding watching the news or doing any writing or anything remotely useful. And so we go on!
October is one of my favorite months – the beginning of the turning of the year and a little bit decaying and mystical…
Nothing like an old baking sheet background for gloomy…
This is a sunflower squash
posing as a space alien.
These are some pears
and more pears
and a pomegranate from a street cart and flowers from Bobby’s garden.
Some meadow flowers hanging on to summer at the green market
but pumpkin season is upon us
and an eggplant with some sort of message –
when we get to the beach
I find a poor fishy who is unlikely to send any more messages…
I managed to get separated from my blog – or the log in to the same…
Anyway, my friend Gracie moved to Long Beach where people were training as life guards.
The summer went well…
Vinny the caterpillar and his chums ate a great deal of dill…
which then formed seeds and I got a second crop.
The wonderful butterfly flower self seeded itself on the roof
add basil and mint to the old Moroccan jug.
Hydrangeas continued to enchant
and I dried some delphinium flowers.
We managed to get to Robert Moses three times
and the grandchildren continued to flourish.
Robert suggested I do a needlepoint loosely based on an old Italian plate. Lesson learned: do not attempt anything with lots and lots of circles in it.
A peach photographed on a baking tray
Some extra lovely dahlias Margaret gave me.
A photo from yesterday – photographed on a cookie sheet. The chewed leaf makes it look as if it ought to be an allegory of some sort – oddly medieval.
The light has been extraordinarily clear and bright this week.
A nice leaf on the windowsill.
Same leaf on the windowsill with the light reflected off a new tall building blazes in from the north in the late afternoons.
Our dim little counter gets lit up – had I known the light would fall there I would have arranged a better still life.. This is sort of brownish in honor of the meatloaf that is about to get made…
Light on the High Line on election afternoon when I was beginning to feel wobbly.
Last licks of flowers from my son’s garden the day after…
Apprentice flower arranger.
So the week continued with lots and lots of walks and sights seen.
A house to desire in Greenwich village
and leaves in the gutter
not to mention the hats on 5th Avenue
and heaven in the New York Public Library…
and an intimation of mortality.
But the light! – and a man leaving.
All this emotion and seeing things required a little respite in the form of Tea & Sympathy where we ate
very stodgy puddings and drank tea.
On the way home I passed the Chelsea Hotel which is undergoing an extensive and much needed renovation – for good or ill. Anyway lots and lots of changes. I’d better get used to it.