What's Left After Winter

Walking season is starting. If the temp is above freezing and the dew point below 62, I usually take Olive for a walk at Durand Eastman on Saturday mornings. This Saturday there were clear blue skies, hardly a breeze, and temps just under 40, so we were off to enjoy.

Thanks to the strong, steady winds of the past few weeks there were lots of twigs scattered about and few loose leaves left to cover the trail. The trees were stark, and bushes and vines were bare. Only the bones were left. I got the sense that winter stripped and cleared everything in preparation for the new energy of the year.

It struck me that winter did the same to me. I’ve been clearing and honing—with still more to do—knowing that there will be changes this year. I’m trying to get to the basics, to what I want to do, what feeds my spirit, unencumbered by extraneous stuff and distractions and things that have run their course. My “theme word” that I chose in January for 2023 is “create.”

I bring myself back to the word every day and create something that furthers my goals. I’ve streamlined this website by updating and consolidating my photography page (click on the Art section :-) ) I’m preparing inventory to sell online here and, hopefully, a couple of shows by the end of the year. I’ll be writing more blog posts on food and wine and other things important to me. I’m releasing fears and worries and inviting in good and abundance.

What would your theme word be? Does it connect with your goals for the year? Is there something, no matter how small, that you can do each day to honor the word and move forward?

Wishing you spring growth and a bountiful result.

Leaves

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Today I got up 45 minutes earlier than planned but got the Saturday walk and a couple of errands out of the way by 11 a.m.—which was awesome. All afternoon I perused Facebook, sent these photos to my computer, did my Saturday chores, and watched MST3K on YouTube. I am trying to rest this weekend and not do “work” work.

I need time to think quietly and make decisions on the next chapter of my life. I haven’t been well this year, and stress has played a large part. Perhaps, hopefully, the ousting of the current disturbingly corrupt administration will ease some of it. But there are other elements and signs in my life that are pushing me toward change, to make changes before it’s too late. I’ve been too easily distracted by the outside to face what is within. Time to reckon.

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These photos are my little nature still lifes 2020 edition. I remember starting these in Cannon Beach, where fall leaves blown onto the sand mingled with kelp, pieces of shell, little twigs, and other ocean discards. I suppose I’m drawn to the colors, but the groupings remind me, somehow, of abstract paintings. Fall leaves are so beautiful anyway whether subtle or bright.

Enjoy this weekend, this season, the leaves.

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Spirit Week

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The earliest origin of the word “cemetery” is the Sanskrit “sete” for “he lies,” like someone is just sleeping. Over the years I’ve come to believe that this is true. The body is a vessel for spirit energy, and that energy lives on. And on, and on.  I know this based on many personal experiences.

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This week the topic of spirits and ghosts is rampant what with All Hallow’s Eve (Halloween,) followed by Dia de Los Muertos, followed by today, All Souls Day. I stopped at the historic and beautiful Mount Hope Cemetery this week before the windstorm tore off all the colorful leaves.

I could imagine this place as spooky with the trails winding around hills and the 150-year old tombstones covered in moss and vines.  I could also see families visiting graves and bringing flowers and candles to honor and celebrate their loved ones. This cemetery is also a solemn place for prayer and reflection and remembrance.

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Six years ago today I was at my father’s side as his body took its last breath. There have been many signs since then—some of them comical—that he is still around. This fact has comforted me rather than frightened me. Look for the dark side, and you’ll find it and be fearful. Dwell in the light, and you’ll be blessed with comfort and love. The love goes on.

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Monday Morning Orange Juice, October 28, 2019

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“Look up. Look around. Observe. Avoid excess. Make room for mystery. Find at least one reason every day for saying, 'Ahhh.' "

Victoria Moran

Saturday’s park walk was gorgeous! (I’ll be posting more photos in a separate blog post this week) The foliage is still beautiful this week, but cold weather sets in next weekend, from what I hear. Now looks like a good time to take in the colors and earth scents of fall. A lunch hour in a park or on a trail could have such a positive effect on your day.

Enjoy!

Monday Morning Orange Juice, April 1, 2019

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"A hundred thousand welcomes; I could weep, and I could laugh; I am light and heavy. Welcome. " William Shakespeare

Welcome, April, welcome, Spring --welcome longer days, flowers, warming temperatures.

And welcome, Olive, to this bold new life outside of your puppy mill cage and its horrors. Welcome to soft beds, toys, walks, and kind people who already love you.

Have a great week and month!

Hyacinth

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MARCH 29, 2016 IN GENERALFLOWERS

“And the time came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”                                   Anais Nin

Overall, I am fortunate. I have good friends and nice friends. I have support and encouragement from people around me. Also around me, well . . .as I type this I’m looking at blue water under blue sky and know that this is a luxury.

I’m feeling the pain of a faith being tested. I’m pushing back the fear of the unknown, consciously forcing myself to look toward the faith side and turn my back on the fear. This has been a far more difficult winter than I imagined, with twists and turns—not all bad, but distracting. I feel like I’m sliding down a dusty slope, trying to reverse the momentum or at least gain enough traction to delay the descent.

And now it is spring, and the progress I’d expected to make over the winter has not materialized. Maybe my expectations were too great and my faith in my choices too secure. Or maybe I’ve been too IN-secure to let myself truly believe.

I am simultaneously restless and paralyzed. I want to pace back and forth and circle through the rooms, and yet the movement has no force or destination. I want to sit quietly and calm my mind.

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I saw the hyacinth at the grocery store a couple of weeks ago, its flowers still closed. Like narcissus at Christmas, hyacinths at Easter have a heady fragrance that soothes and excites—spring is here. Today the buds have all opened, and the stems are bent from the weight of the full blooms. The fragrance is not as strong now that the flower has matured. It is fulfilling its purpose: to grow, to blossom, to beautify, to create happiness, to take us out of winter and give us spring.

What is my purpose, and is this my spring? 

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Snow Day

JANUARY 27, 2015 IN GENERAL

I’m not a fan of winter, at least the cold, snowy kind of winter.  I have always sort of hibernated during January. It’s such a dark month, the one glimmer of hope being that the daylight grows steadily longer.

Last January was brutal with below-zero temps and lots of snow blowing around. I have to say we’ve been lucky this year, and the snow has been minimal with short cold snaps. In Rochester I would listen in the middle of the night for the snow plow, and I find myself waking here, too, to the scraping as it comes up the hill. When it comes. This is not the city. When I don’t hear traffic going by in the early morning I know the road is covered.

But Winter found us at last, and we’ve had about six or so inches over the last three days. This is okay. While I can’t embrace the weather, I am resigned to accept it as it is. And I even made time to shoot a few photos on my way to the office today because, without the wind, the snow has settled on the trees, and it’s very pretty.  

I’m still working on my new websites, and, with any luck will have one up and running in the next two weeks.  It’s exciting to be working on a couple of new art projects, too, and preparing a new photo class. Off and running for 2015.

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Perusing Pumpkin Patches

OCTOBER 12, 2014 IN TIMES LEADER

(This feature appeared in today's Times Leader.)

By GLYNIS VALENTI Times Leader Staff Writer

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Pumpkin season arrived right around the time of the fall equinox, just as the leaves began to turn colors other than green. Or it arrived September 1, the day McDonald’s released its Pumpkin Spice Latte drink (Starbucks released theirs on September 2.) Either way pumpkins mean fall, and fall means pumpkins—and lots of them. 

According to information from Iowa State University, pumpkin sales in the United States rose 16 percent from 2011 to 2012, meaning growers sold 1,388,800,000 pounds worth of pumpkin in 2012, a total value of nearly $149 million. Ohio is number three in pumpkin production behind California and top producer Illinois. In fact, 90 percent of America’s crop grows within 90 miles of Peoria, close to the Libby’s pumpkin processing plant. More than 85 percent of the world’s canned pumpkin comes from this plant.

In October pumpkins are all around in a wide range of shapes and sizes. While all varieties are packed with nutritional benefits, some pumpkins are grown and suited for different uses. Pumpkin is a vegetable, a member of the Cucurbitaceae family of vine plants like squash, cucumbers and cantaloupes. The most familiar varieties have orange or yellow skins, but they can be white, brown, red, grey or green.

The smallest pumpkins weigh only a few ounces and are used for decoration. The largest, or “giant,” varieties are grown mainly for competitions like the King Pumpkin contest at the Barnesville Pumpkin Festival. Many weigh several hundred pounds, but this year’s 1,514 pound winner was a festival record-breaker. The other hundreds of varieties of cooking, processing and carving pumpkins are in the middle of these extremes, and there are some particulars about choosing them.

All pumpkins are squash, the word “squash” coming from an Algonquin word, “askutasquash,” meaning “eaten green or unripe.” The earliest pumpkin eaters did harvest them early and prepare them like zucchini and other squashes.

One of the oldest known pumpkins is the cushaw, Cucurbitaceae argyrosperma, which originated in Mexico and was used 7,000 years ago. The cushaw’s elongated shape and crooked neck set it apart from the pumpkin pack, as does its light to whitish green color with mottled green stripes. Also called the green-striped cushaw and Hopi cushaw, it’s a heat-hardy, pest-resistant plant grown in desert areas of America’s southwest and can be stored up to four months. Early growers not only ate the plant for sustenance, but used it medicinally to treat burns and skin conditions like eczema, as well as to rid the body of intestinal worms and parasites. Outside of the southwest, southern and Appalachian cuisine make the most use of the moist, fibrous yellow flesh today for pies, pastries and Tennessee cushaw butter, but its availability is limited in other areas.  

Out perusing pumpkins? There are two heirloom varieties that aficionados may enjoy hunting down. The first is the cheese pumpkin, C. moschata, a large, tan squash named for its shape’s likeness to a cheese wheel. Of West Indian origin, it was known to be in Europe during the 1500s and was cultivated on American soil before the American Revolution. It appeared in an 1815 seed catalog here and was also known as the Landreth Cheese and Mammoth Cheese pumpkins. Today’s Buff Pie pumpkin is believed to be the same variety.

 The second, the Quaker Pie pumpkin, is rare but still around. A New York seed catalog advertised this white-skinned, white-flesh globe, which averages about 8 inches in diameter, but weighs around 10 pounds. The vines grow to 15 feet long and have very large flowers. In cooking, this variety has a coconut flavor.

Pumpkin—real pumpkin, not the canned pie mix—is a rich source of the antioxidant beta-carotene. One cup of cooked, drained flesh is only 49 calories and yields 2 grams of protein, 3 grams of fiber and 12 grams of carbohydrates. It contains a wealth of minerals: calcium, magnesium, potassium and zinc. But the beta-carotene converts to Vitamin A which is vital for skin, mucous membranes and eye health and fights age-related macular disease. Studies are indicating that Vitamin A also helps the body resist lung and oral cavity cancers. Pumpkin seeds, too, are a heart-healthy snack providing dietary fiber and mono-unsaturated fatty acids, protein, iron, niacin, selenium, zinc and the amino acid tryptophan.

Finding cooking pumpkins is easy this time of year. Here are a few pointers for finding the tastiest. Cooking pumpkins are smaller, between 4 and 8 pounds. The flesh is dense, sweet and smooth. Look for names like “Sugar Baby,” “Baby Pam,” “New England Pie,” and “Autumn Gold.” Ripe pumpkins make a hollow sound when tapped. Avoid those that are cut or bruised because of the risk of bacteria getting inside. They can be stored for several weeks at room temperature in a cool, well-ventilated area.

When cutting, remove the stem end first. Cut the pumpkin in half lengthwise and remove the webbing and seeds. Slice the halves, and cut the flesh into cubes. Not just for pie, pumpkin is used in stews, cookies, pancakes, breads, casseroles, sauces, ice cream, cheesecake, ravioli filling and on its own as a side dish. It is often used interchangeably with winter squash, especially butternut.

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Carving, or field, pumpkins are usually larger and grow in various shapes. It helps to have a carving design in mind before shopping. Elongated varieties lend themselves to faces or window designs. Plumper shapes are suited to the traditional “jack o’ lantern” face. Oddly shaped pumpkins may provide opportunities for creating funny or scary faces. Again, a hollow sound when tapped means a ripe pumpkin, but the skin should be firm, not soft or bruised. It should sit solid and level.

Assemble cutting and carving tools such as knives, saws, an ice cream scoop and dry erase markers or T-pins to draw or transfer the design. Professional pumpkin artists use a variety of power tools during the carving process. One suggests a drywall saw for the initial cuts, a jigsaw for smaller cuts, a rotary tool for the skin and an angle grinder for cleaning large areas.   

Decide where the opening will be. If it’s the top, cut into the pumpkin on an angle to make a cone.  Openings can also be cut into the back or the bottom, but make sure the pumpkin will sit safely. Remove the seeds and netting with an ice cream scoop, beginning at the top of the hole and progressively moving down through the pumpkin. Scrape the inside clean with the scoop or scraper tool, and try to scrape the flesh down on the inside to less than one inch in the design area to make carving easier.

To transfer a pattern, secure or draw the image on the prepared area. Follow the lines of the design with a sharp, pointed object such as a T-pin, nail or metal skewer, then dust the lines with baking soda or cornstarch. Mark the areas to be cut with a marker or crayon while peeling the pattern away. Start with the small sections to be removed. Gently follow the dots with a saw blade or small knife. Keep the design in mind while carving—whatever is lit in the design is what needs to be carved out. The professionals urge care and patience here not only for safety, but to not damage intricate areas in the design. Don’t slice or rush, removing the sections carefully by hand. Make sure the back area is scraped clean and flat so as not to create shadows when lit.

Pros suggest a light spritz of bathroom cleaner with bleach or soaking it overnight in a tub of water with a little bleach. The bleach will keep pests away, and the water will keep the pumpkin firm. A thin layer of petroleum jelly on the exposed edges will help retain the moisture and prolong the pumpkin’s life. Light it up with blinker or flicker bulbs, black light or a noise sensor that turns it on when someone walks by.

Back to the Pumpkin Spice Latte, or PSL, Starbucks has sold more than 200 million over its 10 years on the menu. A medium has 510 calories, 20 grams of fat and 62 grams of sugar. McDonald’s PSL has fewer calories at 440, but the same fat and sugar content. The non-fat versions still contain the sugar (as much an average candy bar) but fewer calories and far less fat.

The real kicker? There is no “pumpkin” in it. According to the Starbucks website, the PSL is an “espresso beverage that features freshly steamed milk, rich and creamy pumpkin-flavored sauce and warm seasonal spices such as cinnamon, ginger nutmeg and clove.” But America’s love of pumpkin shows no signs of slowing down, and in 2013 spent $308 million on various pumpkin-flavored products. What would the Great Pumpkin think about that?

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October--Change is in the Air

OCTOBER 03, 2014 IN GENERAL

And here we are in October, one of my favorite months, full of transition. That description is more appropriate than ever this particular year. In four weeks, trees will be bare, temperatures will be cooler, clouds greyer, days shorter. By the end of the month furniture and extraneous possessions here will have found new homes, and I’ll be reevaluating whatever is left.  

The month that begins with today’s sunny blue skies will end with the dark night and flashes of candle light that is All Hallows’ Eve.  But the fog I’ve been in seems to be clearing, and just over the past week this has all come together in my head—and online.

I seemed to be on a Path in Oregon, making plans, moving along. Then I took the detour to Ohio, which sort of shook it all up. Since my parents’ deaths I’ve had this urgency to start moving again, but lost my sense of direction.

I think I’ve tentatively gained a bit of it back. I’m starting (again) with my photo work. I’ve been trying to get to the place in my head that led me to Oregon, and that was the desire to create and teach art. My first steps on this path are 1. currently teaching a pilot online photo class; 2. a new photography website—now in progress--with the same domain (glynisart.com) that has updated content and a fresh look; 3. a photo project on Instagram/Facebook that has me shooting every day this month, see #gvoctoberproject. I’m also creating a totally NEW website incorporating my favorite things. I will, of course, keep you posted about all of that. Very exciting.

I love this glass pumpkin. It, too, changes—elegant, then funky, silvery, then dark, glowing full of sunlight, or an antique just cleared of cobwebs in an old Victorian. As October begins it’s a bit early to ask myself where I’ll go from here. But I know that by taking some new steps to move forward, I won’t be in the same place at month’s end.  

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