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Chianti On The Patio

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Daisies On The Front Door: It Must Be Summer!

This is the wreath that adorns my front door. I made it the Summer of 2005 with crafts and supplies from Michael’s, our local crafts store. That glue-gun came in very handy, as you can see!

How beautiful it is to let the seasons dictate your decor! The show does go on!

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Shakespeare in the Arb Presents 'The Winter's Tale'

Yes! You can count me in– I’ll be there!

“We rehearse outside 3 days a week, and we have had to have over half, even three-quarters, of them inside the Reader Center, which is challenging,” said Mendeloff. “It is a big play—lots of characters, and a pastoral section that is very dependent on being in the actual setting. We are doing three dances, two courtly ones and one peasant dance, and these are not easy to fit into our rehearsal room, which is also our costume and prop storage area. But I have a good group of actors and we are moving along.”

Plus, it’s a big group, since Mendeloff double-cast nearly all the roles (“I had a lot of good actors come out for auditions,” said Mendeloff); and because the show (and the audience) traditionally “travels” on foot to different areas of Nichols Arboretum throughout the show, to witness different scenes in different settings, it’s been particularly challenging to experiment with this year’s chosen sites.

But all this hasn’t dampened Mendeloff’s affection for the play, which tells the story of a king who sends his pregnant wife to persuade a visiting king (and close friend) to extend his visit. When the queen succeeds, her husband irrationally grows convinced that his wife and his friend are having an affair. Consequently, the visiting king flees into hiding; the wife is imprisoned, and reportedly dies after hearing news of her son’s death; and the baby she bears is “delegitimized” and banished. 16 years later, the surviving characters’ paths cross again, and past injustices are finally addressed.

 

“It is one of Shakespeare’s late romances, and it is really a complete three-act tragedy, a pastoral comedy, and a romance all in one,” said Mendeloff, who also noted the appeal of the play’s 3 compelling female leads (Queen Hermione, her lady-in-waiting Paulina, and her daughter Perdita) as well as jealous king Leontes, whom she compares to other towering Shakespeare figures (Lear, MacBeth, and Othello). “ … But (Leontes) plays his own Iago, … and that struggle within his mind is fascinating. I love that the play deals with the reviving benefits of nature; that it has magical elements … and that it really is a ‘tale’ – like a fairy tale, full of heroes, and villains, and something like a happy ending. … It’s a very Christian play in many ways. The dead can come back, wounds can be healed, and losses can be overcome.”

One of the first things that inspired Mendeloff’s deep affection for “Tale” was a Margaret Jowett novel that Mendeloff read at age 8, called “Candidate for Fame,” which focuses on a young actress who plays Perdita at the Drury Lane Theatre during the Restoration.

But also, while a grad student at Yale Drama School, Mendeloff directed a production of “Tale” that she never got to see, due to health issues. “So it felt like a piece of unfinished business to me,” said Mendeloff.

While doing research for her current production, Mendeloff learned that the main story seems to have been inspired by the relationship between Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn (whose daughter, Elizabeth, was “delegitimized” following her mother’s death); and the character of Leontes appears to be a critique of the autocratic style of King James.

And while you might think that “Tale” marks a turn away from the bard’s lighter comedies—Shakespeare in the Arb has previously presented “Midsummer Night’s Dream,” “As You Like It,” and “Love’s Labors Lost,” among others—Mendeloff is quick to point out that even Shakespeare’s silliest fare is haunted by violence and dark undertones.

“The balance (in ‘Tale’) is a little different, in that all of the heavy stuff happens in the first 3 acts,” Mendeloff said. “But every Shakespeare play has a level of injustice in it, and tyrants who overstep their bounds.”

Jenn McKee is the entertainment digital journalist for AnnArbor.com. Reach her at jennmckee@annarbor.com or 734-623-2546, and follow her on Twitter @jennmckee.

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Flowering Chives: A Beauty In My Backyard

Some years back, I randomly planted a bunch of chives in a large earthen planter that sits outside in my backyard patio.  The planter contained another hardy plant, which turned out to be not-so-hardy after all because it unfortunely died on us.  (Yes, I do have many stories like this!) But these chives have thrived over the years.  Thrived on next-to-nothing in terms of attention and care, that is!  Because, come winter, most every green thing dies, and these delicate herbs are no exception, of course.  The planter is left out for the length of the winter months– in the snow, rain, sleet, and ice.   

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But come Spring, each year, these chives begin to sprout.  Slowly at first, and then very boldly and defiantly they come up until they begin to flower.  The blooms are the most lovely lavendar colored ones and they make a very pretty sight!  Also, the seeds from these blooms must have flown and fallen to the side just outside the patio wall because we’ve discovered a nice big bunch of the same chives making a lovely picture over there.  It is the exact spot where my plum tree used to be, so this is certainly a nice spot for them to have planted themselves!

As you can see from these pictures, this is yet another “show” that goes on… 

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Scrabble: My Word Is As Good As Yours!

What’s the most popular board game?  If you ask me, I’d say Scrabble!  But only because it’s the one that is played most often in my home. 

Check out the pictures of our board from the other day.  What a grand show that was… a show that must go on, indeed!

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Memorial Day: A Day (Weekend) To Remember!

It comes around each year toward the end of the month of May, and this is yet another holiday that is not date-bound; rather, it is tied to a certain day of the week– if it’s the last Monday in May, it must be Memorial Day!  And while the holiday was first established to honor the memory of our servicemen and women who had made the ultimate sacrifice to their country with their lives, the long Memorial Day weekend also marks the unofficial start of the summer season.

What follows below are three posts that were all initially published in my private blog on the occassion of Memorial Day for the years 2008, 2009 and 2010.  This year, Memorial Day is just as special as it has been every year, only I am prepared to publicly share my joy with one and all via this post to my public blog.  And although I don’t know what exactly is in store this weekend, I’ll bet good money it will be something very much along the lines of the last three years.  One thing for sure is that we’ll certainly have some Cactus Lime beer on tap, and my thoughts about the reason for the holiday will also be the same.  Check out the stream of thoughts from the last three years, and wherever you are, raise a toast to the brave men and women of these great United States of America who serve with valor and honor– in life and in death. 

This picture was taken last April when we visited Arlington National Cemetery where our national heros are laid to rest.  The other pictures were attached to the old posts from years past.  Happy Memorial Day!

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Tuesday, June 01, 2010:  It’s Here Again!

The unofficial start of summer, that is.  Memorial Day weekend has been traditionally marked as the kick-off to summer– a season that lasts a mere thirteen weeks in this part of the Upper Midwest in the US.  And so, a holiday that commemorates and recognizes the valor and courage of our armed services, and remembers the lives of the fallen ones also serves a dual purpose of reminding us that we have been privileged to witness the wrapping up of winter and spring and the unfolding of yet another glorious summer in our lives.  And what a privilege it is!  To be alive and healthy, to love and be loved, to laugh and share food and conversation with family and friends, and to pause for a weekend to reflect on these gifts even as we anticipate a busy and relaxed summer all rolled into one is a privilege indeed. 

We wrapped up the month of May in style with our first official Barbeque (aka cookout) of the season on Memorial Day.  Tandoori-style grilled chicken, hot dogs with the works, bell peppers in red and yellow, sweet and tender corn-on-the-cob, a fresh-green salad of romaine lettuce, vine-grown tomatoes and dill cucumbers, crispy kettle chips, pink lemonade, cactus-lime beer, and for dessert an apple crumble pie with the finest french vanilla ice cream.  What says summer more than that?  Well, maybe a sudden thunderstorm– which is what we got right in the middle of our afternoon soiree!

Well, here’s to all the memories made this month.  And to the hope that more of the same will be on tap over the course of the rest of the season.  It’s here again– summer, that is.  Let’s make the most of it!
Thursday, May 28, 2009:  Remembering Again

To some it is a day to commemorate the memory of a loved one lost to war, or even a loved one who is fighting in a war, or perhaps only standing ready to serve his/her country– so as to ensure the freedom of the ones left behind at home. To others, it is a day that marks the official beginning of summer.

And so when Memorial Day rolled around this past weekend, I did what many people in small towns and large cities do on this day: I enjoyed the long weekend doing some fun stuff to mark the beginning of the summer:  I went to the beach (Lake Michigan, that is) to spend the better part of a day with family and friends; walked around the small beachtown looking in shops only to window-shop; got some white-chocolate-raspberry ice cream at one of two icecream shops on Main Street; and finally, enjoyed the two-and-half-hour drive back home.

Another thing of note that was done with much relish was firing up the grill in the backyard for the first time this season. And that indeed marked the beginning of summer in our own small way– the chicken tenderloin marinated overnight in home-made yogurt, ginger, garlic, and a host of spices; the corn-on-the-cob with butter and salt wrapped up in foil; the portobello mushrooms drizzled with olive oil and lemon-pepper seasoning; a freshly chopped salsa of red-ripe tomatoes, red onion and cilantro; and for dessert, succulent and sweet mangoes.

So, here’s to remembering again– remembering the reason for Memorial Day, and remembering that summer is a time to enjoy the outdoors– be it for a day at the beach, or a barbecue in the backyard.  For more mouth-watering fare, just come on over next weekend!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008:  Set Aside A Day  

I realized yesterday that I really do appreciate this concept of setting aside one day each year (always the last Monday in May) to commemorate and honor the memory of all those who have perished in wars while serving this country.  What a noble concept, really.

Although I myself have no family who have served or perished in war in this country, my heart goes out to everyone who has ever experienced the pain and loss that must come from losing a loved one under those circumstances.  Not to say that the eventuality of death or even being wounded at war is ever a matter of surprise.  Of course they knew what they were signing up for, and of course, their loved ones knew that they might not see them again, but still:  going off to war takes courage; courage which is most likely depleted by the day as the reality of the grim, dark and ugly face of war begins to unfold before their eyes each day on the battlefield.   But they must serve their country as they have promised, and they must last out their tour of duty if they can, and they must defend and protect, and do all those things that are done in order for freedoms to remain intact both here at home and hopefully even overseas where they serve.  And if they are fortunate, they will one day come home (with eyes that have seen too much suffering too soon), and will live to tell their stories of misery and triumph (whilst battling a lifetime of nightmares).  But if they are not so fortunate so as to return to their loved ones at home, well, then, they do come back, but only to be honored as a fallen hero.
And so, on this one day in the month of May, we pause to remember that fallen hero whose sacrifice must be acknowledged and recognized. Do it any which way you please, by the way.  If you don’t have a personal connection with a fallen hero, its all right to join your neighbor or friend in having them show you pictures or recount the lives of their loved ones who are being celebrated in this way on this day; and to join in the many community observances from parades to cookouts to television specials and the like to make the day a cause for celebration and thanksgiving.

And no matter what your political leanings, on this one day, put them all aside, and take pride to be part of a nation that resolved in the year 1911 (my grandmother was an eight-year old on the other side of the world at the time!) to honor the brave service men and women in this way each year.


 
 

 

 







 

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My Lilac Bush: The Show Does Go On!

On the southeast-side of my backyard, there is a lilac bush that was planted nine years ago by my husband and me.  We’d actually planted a magnolia tree there, but a year later we discovered it wasn’t in a mood to take to that particular spot, and we eventually realized it had definitely died.  So, what to do?  Well, we called the nursery and told them we had the receipt to the tree and could they still honor their one-year guarantee and let us pick out another one?  Sure, they said, come on over.

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And so, we went back, hoping that this time around we’d find another nice magnolia, perhaps a stronger one that would take root.  But when we got there, we found ourselves looking at some other plants and trees, and before long we were picking up this little lilac bush… Well, long story short, we picked it up, brought it home, planted it, and the rest as they say, is history!

So, here’s to my lilac bush this Spring.  Nine years, and going strong still.  Look at it– shameless, don’t you think?  I mean, in how glorious it is with its blooms!  And if you could only smell the fragrace that it exudes, you’d be transported into another world, just like that.
Well, here’s to my lovely lilac bush, today.  I’m terribly proud and privileged to witness this sight year after year, but even more so this year, because I have captured these lovely images to share with you, and also for posterities sake. 
May it be that this one show will go on for many years to come!  Check out the pictures below.

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What's In A Card? The Entire Universe, If You Please!

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So, Mother’s Day has come and gone, and over these past few weeks, I have beamed and shared my good fortune and blessings of bearing the title of ‘mother’ with my family, friends and loved ones.  You’ve seen pictures of a scrumptious brunch I was treated to, as well as an exquiste cake and breathtakingly beautiful flowers, but I didn’t make any mention of a card, did I? 

I didn’t– not until now.  But now, I am privileged to share with you–and preserve for all of posterity–the beauty of a card that I received on this ocassion.  Because a card is not just a card when it comes from someone as dear as your child/children.  It represents so much more than the syrupy sentiments that might be printed on it; it represents a world of most precious emotions that have a history of many years between you and your child/children. 

So, that’s what this means to me.  It is a grand show, better than any concert or event that you have ever been to.  And when you have experienced something so priceless, what can you do but fall to your knees to thank the Almighty for so great a blessing!  And to share your great joy with your loved ones.  Because in doing so, I wish to acknowledge and recognize the utter beauty of the thought that is so wonderfully captured in this little piece of paper, also known as a card. 

So, for everything that this is worth, may I use this opportunity to celebrate this lovely holiday called Mother’s Day, and to recognize my two beautiful children for what they are:  lovely creatures who have been placed in my care for a while, and to whom I have the great honor of calling myself as ‘mother.’   

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