Black Eyed Susan's Kitchen

FOLLOWING ALICE

                 Every now and again, it is advisable to just fall down that rabbit hole. One of my favorite rabbit holes happens to be in Farmingdale, NJ on Adelphia Rd.  

The gardens thunk up in this fantastical place are more than pleasing to the eyes... they are food for thought and creative whimsy. 

Like Alice, you can't sit just anywhere, and you must constantly pay attention to your surroundings when you are here.

There is so much to see...

in technicolor we went from perch to pillar, from little brick pathways to elvin statuary.

From a winged blue pig, because they would not have just any old pigs in their gardens to the most amazing and awesome mail box that we have ever seen. 

With faith in the unexpected and joy in our hearts we pulled ourselves up, out of the rabbit hole and back into the real world. Thank you to the magicians at Calgo Gardens for putting another smile on our faces...we love your nursery and shop!

IT'S RAINING VIOLETS

            When I was a little girl my Grandfather would sing a song to me. He sang it as well as Al Jolson who was actually a contemporary of his. My Grandfather has been gone for so many years now, but every once in a while something jogs my memory to a moment when he sang this song just for me. We were sitting on a bench in St Petersburg Florida where my Grandparents lived. I honestly cannot remember why I was unhappy, just that he sang this song to me...

Life is not a highway strewn with flowers,
Still it holds a goodly share of bliss,
When the sun gives way to April showers,
Here is the point you should never miss.

Though April showers may come your way,
They bring the flowers that bloom in May.
So if it's raining, have no regrets,
Because it isn't raining rain, you know, (It's raining violets,)
And where you see clouds upon the hills,
You soon will see crowds of daffodils,
So keep on looking for a blue bird, And list'ning for his song,
Whenever April showers come along.

And where you see clouds upon the hills,
You soon will see crowds of daffodils,
So keep on looking for a blue bird, And list'ning for his song,
Whenever April showers come along. 

 

          Our backyard is not covered with fine sod right now. It is, however covered with wild violets, a Springtime surprise. Sometimes a reminder from the great beyond can make a day so much better...I have been missing some who have been gone from this world, and I think, maybe, my Grandfather somehow got this message to me today. "It isn't raining rain you know, it's raining violets".