Take Me To The River

January 21, 2013July 1, 2025 / Ally Bean / 24 Comments

I wanted crab cakes. So on Saturday Zen-Den and I went to a restaurant on the KY side of the Ohio River where I had some delicious crab cakes. It was a sunny day, so after lunch we decided to walk across the Purple People Bridge on Pagan’s Path to OH. After spending some time in the park along the river on the Ohio side, we walked back across the bridge to KY where we had parked our car. Here is what we saw along the way.

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Helpful Signs

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The Purple People Bridge

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Pagan’s Path Plaque

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Blue Sky While Looking Up On The Purple People Bridge

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Cincinnati From The Purple People Bridge

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Original Rookwood Pottery Buildings In Mt. Adams

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The Serpentine Wall On The Ohio River

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Statue Of Cincinnatus

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Pedestrian Only Walkway On The Purple People Bridge

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A Kentucky Tree In Front Of The Ohio River

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In The Garden On A Mild Winter’s Day

January 12, 2013January 12, 2013 / Ally Bean / 20 Comments

Yesterday afternoon we had a few hours of weak sunshine. I went outside for a walk around the house and was pleased with what I saw. Instead of the usual winter grays and tans, I saw some pops of color.

{Red: Holly Berries}

{Orange: Dried Sedum}

{Yellow: Dwarf Grasses}

{Green: Creeping Thyme}

{Blue: Afternoon Sky}

{Brown: Dried Leaves}

Around here winter is best known for its gloom, but seeing a bit of color in the garden yesterday made me forget that fact. Instead, I was treated to a preview of what spring has to offer. Warmth + hope + cheeriness.

A Late December Morning: The Definition Of Bleakness

December 26, 2012December 26, 2012 / Ally Bean / 22 Comments

There is no sunlight here this morning. And I doubt that there will be any sunlight during the whole day. That’s the way it works around here in the winter.

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It is one of those gray winter mornings that people who leave this part of Ohio, never to return, always mention to me as a deciding variable. They hated the oppressive gloom of cold gray days, so they moved on to places that are sunnier or are decidedly wintry.

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None of this half-assed depressing weather for them.

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I don’t blame them, you know? It is difficult to live here when all you see for days– or for weeks– or, during some horrible years, for months– is an endless amount of bleakness.

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I don’t know how those of us who stay here survive it, but we do. Maybe it has something to do with enjoying the color that we create in our homes. Or maybe it has something to do with being accustomed to this sort of winter; we’ve become desensitized to the gloom. Either way, we stay.

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This is a photo of our backyard taken later in the day.

During the afternoon we got a little bit of not-so-pretty snow which has made everything slushy & even more bleak.