Green Thumb Friday

Transformation of a a Garden

I am getting ready for fall , feeding my roses and shrubs with organic feed and piling mulch to make a nice & comfy blanket for my plants during the winter months.

In autumn, I always get this eery feeling as the trees in the park already show some bald spots, getting ready to lose their leaves and stay naked and bare, garden preparing for falllike old bony creatures. The flowers are drying out. The once luscious petals shrivel. The stems twist this way and that way as if they are trying to hunt the sun. The wind blows weeee, causing my flowers to lose bits and pieces and look like grotesque beings.

My fall classes-Creating Children’s Books


I hope you had a great summer with plenty of time to explore, play, relax and dream.

I am happy to say that I’ll be teaching Writing and Illustrating Children’s Books in three locations this fall:

Green Thumb Friday- A Rose for Joan Rivers

The news about Joan Rivers death hit me as I was huffing & puffing on the stationary bike at the gym and watching TV.

An image of her glowing face appeared on the screen, reminding me how captivating she was. Her all familiar nasal voice cracked a joke, so funny, insulting, delicious and good hearted. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and felt that it was OK to be envious of the twenty something years old that pedaled effortlessly on the other bike, while texting, without a drop of sweat on her flawless bronzed skin. As I stared at her sculptured tummy and tight thighs, I found myself remembering some of Joan’s jokes about aging like, “Better a new face coming out of an old car than an old face coming out of a new car!” 

One aspect that drew me closer to Joan might have been that she was Jewish. The other might have been that, as a child, she lived in Larchmont, NY and that’s where I have been living for over twenty years. Joan moved to Larchmont in the 5th grade as a “Chubbette from Brooklyn.”

Joan once said, “Anytime people ask me where I’m from, I say, Larchmont.” She had an entire repertoire of Larchmont jokes that would make any of my neighbors crack up.

“Larchmont, a place so small, the You Are Entering Larchmont sign said that on both sides.”

And, “My father, the doctor, did his practice in Larchmont and the hospital in Larchmont was so small, it was called, Fred’s Hospital and Grill. You had your choice of bandages or frankfurters.”

As I sat in my lawn chair and smelled the roses that I planted in my garden in Larchmont ,I remembered Joan Rivers.Rose for Joan Rivers