Winter brought thick deep fluffy snow. A few weeks ago Kristin, Gina and Hope drug me from work to go play. I had my grumpy pants on but they were insistent. Kristin is a petite little spot of sweetness, the snow was so deep in places I thought we could lose her. Laughter was front and center, especially when Gina took a header…good thing the snow was soft. The forest of pine scented air was something a paper tree hanging in your car could never even come close to.
This week I lost a friend in a plane crash near Lake Tahoe. We have been friends a long time. Darla was a lovely woman, an amazing designer and Mother to Colin and Erin. Our drink was dirty martinis with Sapphire gin. We laughed a lot, shared our dreams, our mistakes and how much we loved our children.
Due to my wanderlust we lost track for a few years. I had been thinking about her a lot through those years but life sometimes confuses what is important. Last fall I was in her neck of the woods and left a message hoping to once again drink a martini with her. She called me back a few weeks later, she had been in Europe with her husband when I left the message. We talked for over an hour that day, it was as if time had not passed. She was so happy and life was good for her. We shared emails, photos of our life in between, texts and phone calls. We were planning a meeting in 2014.
Dont let life confuse what is important, go play in the snow.
It is what I fondly or not so fondly call mud season in Idaho. When the snow is melting and the seeds from the seed catalogs are starting to arrive in anticipation of warm soil.
I pulled out this image to make me feel better. It is or was a slide that I scanned. Cyndi of the Corner Stone Gifts helped me arrange this wreath. Well, ok she did 95% of the work. I just kept saying, that is great and I love the blue fence!! Bring on Spring!!
Welcome 2014. I started my blog a year ago with this beautiful link from the talented Louie Schwartzberg! I think this is worth a repost. Enjoy and Happy New Year!
The setting was high on a remote mountain top with a view far and wide. A full on turkey dinner, cocktails, the music of howling wolves, fireworks and special friends. This was my Christmas. I feel very thankful. Jerry and Terry our hosts extraordinaire. George and Margo all the way from Durango, CO. Michael and Jo were married here and they are now expecting their first baby in early Feb.
Some of you may have heard of Burning Man in the Nevada desert. Burning Man is on my list of the best of the must see art shows.
Hailey, Idaho hosts Burning Willow Woman on the Winter Solstice. This was my second time going with friends I adore. Rumor has it that this was year 10. I am guessing this years woman was over 30 feet tall. The internet gave interesting directions “Some dudes ranch.” We are a friendly group in Idaho, ask and someone in the Wood River Valley will gladly tell you how to get there.
The dome of the Frauenkirche is the back drop at the Dresden Christmas market. This market dates back to 1434.
Along the banks of the Elbe River.
It does my heart good to see Dresden, Germany at Christmas. The first time I was here was in the 1980’s, when it was still under the East Germany flag. Each trip back I could feel it wanting to be back to the former glory it once was. Dresden before WWII was know as the Jewel Box or Florence on the Elbe.
I am here with my cousin Iris and her husband Josep. We were pen pals as children. Iris has always lived in what was East Germany and though I was born in Germany, I have lived most of my life in America. We have a great bonding here, our roots are from Dresden, her Father and my Mother.
Josep buys a round of Gluwien, a hot spiced wine from one of the many vendors. The wine is served in a nice pottery mug which has a festive design of the Dresden Christmas Market. You can purchase the mug or bring it back to be washed for the next sip of warmth. It is nice to see people drinking out of these for esthetics and the enviroment.
We wander past stalls of the famous Dresden Stollen, clothing, toys and everything Christmas. The wide-eyed children and the corner music entertainment are some of my favorites.
We take a stroll through the Lutheran Frauenkirche, Church of our Lady. We have a musical bonus of the choir practicing. This amazing piece of baroque architecture was designed by Dresden architect George Bahr. She was leveled in the bombing of Dresden in the winter of 1945. The rubble of the Frauenkirche stayed in a pile for 40 years as a war memorial. Using the original stone and new pieces, it is once again a beautiful Lady which opened in 2005. It now also serves as a symbol of reconciliation between former warring enemies. Links worth reading Frauenkirche Dresden.
Dresden, Germany is one of my favorite places to visit. My Mother was born there and survived the Dresden Bombing of WWII as a small child. In the 1950’s they then moved to Frieburg im Breisgau, Germany in route through Berlin. Survival was the name of the game. My Mother and Grandmother told me after the war and the camps were some of their worst memories. These women are tiny but they are outstanding lovely humans with great strength to survive such political leadership madness. Many years later my Mother married my Father, an American in the Air Force. Love, intelligent leadership and education is so very important to this universe we call home.