We went to the Rose Show last weekend. I don't have the best luck with roses, so I'm hoping that by walking through the exhibit some of the skills of these growers somehow jumped into my cells. We shall see. I currently have an "Oh My" sitting in the yard (still in it's pot; lucky for it that it hasn't been subjected yet to my yardly ways), soon to go into the ground. It's white, though this link takes you to a red variety. Here's hoping...
A recent trip to Berkeley started with a visit with my friend, Dahye. We had lunch at the Blue Barn Gourmet; quite yummy. I then met Moni (a.k.a. Dink, a name we call each other, from way back when, though I am not sure how it originated) in Berkeley, where she was attending a seminar, and where we caught up after seven years. We talked, ate, shopped, and moseyed the town. It was like I'd just seen her yesterday; it is a timeless friendship. Many beautiful sites were taken in, second only to seeing her beautiful face after so long!
In other news, I took public transit (BART) from the city to the airport. A big deal for me, the jittery traveler. Meanwhile, Moni tells me of her thoughts of taking the Trans-Siberian Railway. Alone. It cracks me up to think how different we are, yet how the same I feel we are. Do you ever wonder why a particular set of people become your friends? How and why our paths cross, we'll likely never know, but they are the ones that feed your soul and make life worth living.
And without gettin' all Adrienne Rich on you, (the following was pulled from this article) a landmark UCLA study suggests that when women hang out together during stressful times, the hormone oxytocin is released as part of our stress response. If I understand it correctly, it also encourages the two friends to perhaps add in a few more women to widen the group, which releases more of this hormone and further counters stress and produces a calming effect. I can only imagine things getting really rough and a bunch of women hoarding up, growing into a huge crowd. Ha! Sadly, for our menfolk, this calming response does not happen, says Dr. Klein, because testosterone—which men produce in high levels when they’re under stress—seems to reduce the effects of oxytocin. Estrogen, she adds, seems to enhance it.
So much for keeping my posts brief. And, here are the pics:
A dear friend lost her battle with an awful disease, cancer, on the morning of May 12th. So young, so sweet, and taken far too soon. Nicole was relentless in her pursuit of protecting her son, Trevor. There were many medical establishments to battle, and she went after them like a Tiger Mom. She was so funny, and had this quiet confidence that said, "I can take on the world." You just didn't question her abilities, ever. I worked with her for many years. There are many fun memories that we will all carry with us. Rest in peace, dear girl. I'm sure you are mixing things up on the other side.
Florida to So-Cal transplant. Homebody. Lover of antiques, vintage, interiors, gardens, and architecture. Married to a great guy who is willing to go along with my ever-changing mind. We have two mischievous cats, and a new/old house that we are renovating.