I am very lucky to have such lovely spots to see the sun set as I travel home from town. Red sky at nigh, sailors’ delight the saying goes. This sky seems to bode fair weather, or at least favorable winds for the morrow.
I didn’t grow many flowers this year, but here’s a cute though mismatched little bouqet I selected from my meager offerings. A few geraniums and lobelia are blooming in addition to this verbena, zinnia, and nasturtium arrangement.
Its not quantity, but quality that counts in many aspects of life. We just need eyes to appreciate beauty in whatever size or form it takes.
I’m a bit behind in loading photos sometimes. And I must admit I’m trying to put less pressure on myself. We all need to disconnect, immerse ourselves in nature, think about nothing . . . after following the news so closely this tragic spring.
Allium(s)? are one of my favorite spring flowers, but like iris, they just don’t last long enough.
They look so lovely and star-like in a mechanical sort of manner. Word to describe them accurately, obviously fail me today.
My brain needs a bit more rest.
Our most creative brainstorms come when we’ve cleared our minds.
Traveling home last evening, and then again this morning (I’m composing this post on Good Friday) I encountered several snow squalls, punctuated by sunny skies.
Here’s a photo of one of my favorites spots to observe sunsets. I love this huge old farmhouse. Each time I pass, images come to me, of brothers and sisters from a large family flitting about the upstairs bedrooms after a long day of labor on the farm during summer vacation, or following chores and homework on schooldays.
My mother always said an Easter snow was inevitable. I used to scoff when she said that, but the years have shown me, we do usually have at least a skiff of snow, somewhere within the week before or after Easter.
Hopefully today’s flurries will serve as this year’s official Easter encounter with the white stuff.
May Easter blessings surround us. . .
And may those of us who are well remain healthy as our heroes in the medical research community work round the clock to find ways to help current COVID-19 patients and a vaccine to prevent future outbreaks.
The photo above and the next two were taken at Lake Erie on a relatively balmy winter day, early last week. What a difference a few days make.
The ones which follow were snapped at the end of the week, following a winter storm that dropped a few inches of snow and coated the branch tips with a glittering glaze of ice.
This week’s photos reminded me of the prominence of the colors of gray and blue in the cold season landscape. We all miss the azure sky of summer, but other subtle blue colors can be just as attractive if we learn to appreciate the many shades and formations of winter clouds and the varied qualities of water.
Sometimes I suddenly wonder how a common product or item got its name. Thus with cold cream. Is it because we need it more in winter, when our skin is drier?
My statement may be accurate, but after searching for the real answer, it seems cold cream was named because of the cool feeling it gives to the skin upon application.
Interesting. In the summer I use Noxzema, for the momentary chill I feel when I spread it upon my face, stressed from the day’s heat. I use cold cream more in winter, as it seems, to me, more soothing, warming.
What Exactly is Cold Cream?
Cold cream seems to differ from lotion due to the cream’s higher water content. It’s basically a mix of some sort of oil, and water along with an emulsifier and a thickening agent. Cold cream is specially formulated for cleansing, without depleting moisture from the skin. It’s sometimes referred to as cleansing cream.
But my mother and many others spread thick layers of it upon their faces at bedtime. To fight the ravages of aging.
These days, sometimes scents, glycerine or other ingredients are added to increase the aesthetic and therapeutic effects.
How Long Has Cold Cream Been Around?
The invention of cold cream has been attributed to Galen, a Roman physician, who reportedly mixed molten beeswax with olive oil nearly 2000 years ago.
In 1846, American pharmacist, Theron Pond began to experiment with women’s beauty products. According to the company’s site, Ponds Cold Cream and Vanishing Cream, designed for skin which tended to be more oily, became very popular as World War II began.
Now the most recognized brand on drugstore shelves, women continue to discover the healing and beautifying properties of Pond’s cold cream, dry skin cream, and related beaut products.
A Mother’s Tradition, Passed on to Daughters
As a child, I felt so grown up when my mother let me spread cold cream on my skin at bedtime. It was common in the 1960’s for women to sleep in rollers, looking like electrified ghosts, with their heavy white cold cream masks. No doubt the product protected their face from aging, the curlers made their hair beautiful for the start of the following day. But I don’t know that young husbands approved of the bizarre bedtime rituals. But wives weren’t expected to be sexy 24/7 back then.
Thankfully today, we know a thin layer of moisturizer is normally sufficient. Blow driers have pretty much eliminated the need for sleeping in rollers.
There are now many products on store shelves for preventing excessive skin aging. But these days when we all need to simplify our lives, cold cream seems to be making a comeback. Many women, including Australian singer, Kylie Minogue, are finding it a favorite beauty product.
I wouldn’t want to return to the days of archaic bedtime rituals, but I must say it’s fun to occasionally don on a bathrobe, put my hair up in rollers, cover my face with a thick, soft plaster of lightly scented cold cream, and paint my nails a pretty shade of pink.
“You should see my corgis at sunset in the snow. It’s their finest hour. About five o’clock they glow like copper. Then they come in and lie in front of the fire like a string of sausages.”
Snapped this cloud at the leading edge of a cold front that moved in last week. We have seen many intersting cloud formations and skyscapes this autumn.
Hoping for the best as the cold season approaches, resolving to take it one day at a time, and appreciate winter’s beauty.
I’m starting to get winter-itis already. The four inch snow earlier this week didn’t help any. The darkness is disturbing and slippery roads frightening.
But walks at the lake on beautiful days like this are sustaining. A reminder of the better side of nature and of life. So worth the endurance of the dark moments.
A friend who knows of my penchant for foliage brought me this lovely and delicious cookie recently.
The culinary artistry mirrored that of nature almost perfectly. The cookie was absolutely luscious but I’m thankful I thought to snap it’s photo before consuming – to preserve the memory of the gift and the experience of finding its twin on the lawn.