I Like Fall

It’s feeling pretty autumnal here at the Palatial Horvath Estate and that makes me happy.

I really, really like Fall. The snap in the air, the lack of heat and humidity, the changing leaves, the pumpkins and apples, all of it. Yes, I feel a bit of melancholy as the wheel turns and the year moves into the deep slumber of Winter, but for me Fall is a beautiful, remembering time.

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings


I really love this poem.  Let’s just say that it resonates with me on a whole lot of levels.  So, because I have failed to prepare a blog post for this evening, I invite you to enjoy “I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings” by the incandescent Maya Angelou.  And as we move into the Fourth of July holiday, may we all find, and appreciate, our freedom.


I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

by Maya Angelou


Wisdom From Anne

Anne Lamott is a novelist, essayist, and frequent contributor to Salon.com. Some people don’t like her – she is definitely not shy about expressing her opinions. I don’t agree with everything she says, but I admire her greatly, not only for her wonderful book on writing (Bird by Bird), but also for her wit, thoughtfulness, and honesty when talking about life in general. She gives me hope that I can find a way through my own problems.

Here are some of my favorite quotes from Anne Lamott:

Walt’s Leaves

The lawn at the Palatial Horvath Estate has really enjoyed the rainy, warm, and humid weather we’ve been having lately. Over the past week the grass rose defiantly, screaming its supremacy, cackling madly and singing “Feed me, Seymour, feed me all night long.” As I walked down the path to my car, I could see dandelions and buckthorn grass giving me the finger.

So I mowed it.

Ain’t no wisecracking lawn getting the upper hand on MY estate.

Love Sonnets and Coffee

*stir, stir, stir* *sip*

Hello, coffee.


How are you?

I’m feeling a little light.

Hey, you don’t have a French accent today. You sound kind of…midwestern.

No more French Roast. I’m the store brand.

Oh. *sip* Did you know that today is the anniversary of William Shakespeare’s baptism?


Do you care?


I’m surprised we get along so well. *sip* Oh, now I remember why.


I don’t suppose you would consider reading me a Shakespearean sonnet?


“Hope” is the thing with feathers

It is a gorgeous day here at the Palatial Horvath Estate. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, the wind is warm, the forsythia is budding. It’s the kind of a spring day that makes you feel like spinning around in a circle with your hands held out while you sing “the hills are a-liiiiivvveee…”


Or maybe that’s just me.


So, being that it’s such a nice day, I thought I would share one of my very favorite poems by one of my very favorite poets – Emily Dickinson. I love her so much that I named one of my cats after her.