Hasn’t it? Lots of things have been going on and I owe you. In this post, I’d like to catch up and share what I see from various Amtrak train windows. I usually sit on the same side of the train but, since my last trip, I realize that the views on each side are remarkably different. Do you recognize any of these locations?
Best Wishes for the Holiday Season!
I loved the pine tree outside my bedroom window. I watched it grow almost 20 feet and stand tall through all kinds of weather. When the oil tank was removed, my pine tree’s stability was compromised.
I’ll miss the way the snow rested on it’s branches and the way I felt protected by it’s presence. Below is one of my favorite photos of
My Pine Tree.
According to the book, The History of Arbor Day, found on The Arbor Day Foundation website, the first Arbor Day was April 10, 1872 in Nebraska where over one million trees were planted. All thanks to J. Sterling Morton and his wife, pioneers who moved from Detroit to the Nebraska Territory in 1854. As the editor of a Nebraska newspaper, Morton advocated tree planting as much for his love of trees as for the need for windbreaks to keep soil in place, for fuel and building materials, and for shade from the sun.
As secretary of the Nebraska Territory, Morton proposed a tree planting holiday called “Arbor Day” in 1872 and in 1885 it was named a legal holiday in Nebraska. Since then National Arbor Day is the last Friday in April. Some states have their own celebrations on a day that coincides with the best tree planting weather. For example, Florida and Louisiana celebrate on the third Friday in January.
Above are my photos of trees-care to guess which one is my favorite?
St. Joseph’s Zeppole, a cream or custard filled pastry, is the best part of this Italian holiday. I’ve made them but would much rather buy them at a pastry shop or have this fresh, tasty, deep fried dessert after a delicious dinner at Torna a Sorrento Restaurant in Elizabeth, NJ.
St. Joseph’s Zeppole are available before the holiday but after the 19th you’ll have to wait until next year.
P.S. Don’t forget a hot caffè macchiato to complete the experience.
March 8th is International Women’s Day, let’s remember all the women in our lives.