Sunday, January 22, 2012
Bubbly Fest/Haight Brown Vineyard
Saturday, January 14, 2012
A time to reflect
The holidays are over and now is the time to reflect on what went well last year and what to change for the new. In France, the flower pansy is one that blooms earliest in the year. It's French name, "pensée," means to reflect. This is the season for such an idea. May the new year bring you joy, prosperity, peace and new meaning to your world.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Krakatoa logs awaiting to be cut
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Where we are
The Pantry, Washington Depot
The Smithy, New Preston
Washington Food Market, Washington Depot
Artisan Made NE, Southbury
109 Cheese and Wine, Ridgefield
Double L Market, Westport
Babycat Milkbar, Wilton
Darien Cheese and Fine Foods, Darien
Collyer Catering, Westport
Caseus Fromagerie, New Haven
Forte's Market, Guilford
Chamard Vineyards, Clinton
Holmberg Orchards, Gale's Ferry
Sunset Meadow Vineyards, Goshen
Rosedale Farm and Vineyard, Simsbury
The Meat House, Avon
Urban Oaks, New Britain
Rose Flowers and Gifts, Meriden
What becomes an urban legend most?
Every Thursday she shops at the local supermarket and buys the weekly groceries for herself and her family. This day was not unusual, except that she bought more salami, a treat for herself when the husband was out of the house and she could delight in its unctuousness. She placed the grocery bags on the back seat, closed the door, opened the driver’s door and sat behind the wheel. When she pulled the door shut a loud bang exploded behind her and she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head. She reached with her hand to the spot and felt a moist glob. The pain subsided with a sudden realization that she had been shot in the head and that part of her brain was leaking out. She kept her hand on her head to hold the matter in place and tried to regulate her breathing. Some time must have passed, she couldn’t tell, the adrenalin pumping through her veins and the fear of losing too much blood kept her thoughts on the danger she was in and how to escape this life-threatening situation. What could she do? If she moved, she might make her condition worse. So she tightly held her hand to her spattered head, praying someone to come to her aid. A man walked by and she yelled out to him. “Help me, I’ve been shot!” As he ran over so did a few other passersby who heard her. They opened the door and examined her sticky head. As they gently removed her hand there was no blood but much of the dough from a Pop’n Fresh Croissant tube that had exploded and hit her in the head.


