Welcome to "Our" Century Home in Ferguson. Today, the old homestead will be plaqued by the City of Ferguson. This year, it is 100 years old. I'm sorry I won't be able to be there to celebrate with the family, friends, and neighbors, but I grabbed a few shots before I left for New Orleans early Wednesday morning.
Congratulations to 411, Mom and Dad, and to Kat and Tom who've spent endless hours putting the finishing touches on the yard, garden, front porch and getting flowered up even more. I'm sure it will be a beautiful and memorable afternoon. How can it not, when you see the photos below?
I have always loved the way these three buildings in St. Cirq Lapopie look like they belong together...they match. You'd never know it, passing below. There's so much to be said for new angles, different perspectives, and moving from a stuck place. Happy Friday!
Everywhere you look in the Lot, beauty abounds. What could be prettier than the Pont Valentre through summertime roses? Lots! Cahors is one of the bookends to my bus route, with Figeac on the other. Living in the Lot was heaven for me...I didn't have to go anywhere, I didn't have to do anything...just being there is enough.
Back in the days when I was just "visiting" in the Lot, my friend Stuart would regularly say (with his incredible Welsh accent): "When one door closes, Laury, another will open." It wasn't like I hadn't heard that before. It wasn't like I didn't believe it back then. I did. I loved the visual. Sometimes I'd even open and close doors to get the sensual of the visual. It helped me move on.
I'm not sure what's going on these days, but most of my doors are slightly "ajar". And, I'm not the only one. Conversations with friends and family in St. Louis, as well as in New Orleans, lead me to wonder what is going on in the world that leaves us all dangling in the breeze. There seems to be no settling. And then, with all these doors "slightly ajar": you can't quite get in; you can't quite get out; do you stay?; do you go?; and, when does the circling stop? I'm beginning to wonder if times like these require some kicking open and slamming shut? Something about that feels really powerful! I like my doors opened or closed.
Even though yesterday was Mother's Day; Mom, Kat and I had a little time in there to celebrate our "guys" too. Somewhere between burgers, flowers, cookies and candles; the Tulane caps appeared. Brother-in-law Tom, and Dad did them justice.
Change is tough, but particularly so as we get older. With Mom and Dad in assisted living, I brought Mom back to their house yesterday to get a few more things and see her azaleas blooming. She's missed the Japanese magnolia. The peonies are close. Next weekend, their home will receive a Century Award from the City of Ferguson. Mom and Dad lived in this house for 40 of those 100 years.
Before we left, we walked around the yard. I suggested we cut some of the azaleas to take back to brighten up their apartment. "No", she says: "they'll just fall." And so Happy Mother's Day Mom...with a few photos to save your azaleas in your memory this year.
You wouldn't know it by me, but there was a lot more to the Fest on Friday than just (dare I say just) Willie Nelson. Finding food, fun and Fais Do Do rounded out that end of the day sojourn in the hood. I leave you with a few more Friday photos...tomorrow, I'm "on the road again"; See you when I return.
Friday morning, I left home early. I was on a footwear mission to Walgreens. I'd seen pretty rain boots there before, but never took the plunge. I wanted to be able to see Willie undaunted. I can take the rain, but all the mud and maneur can stop you dead in your tracks...a maze with no way out but through or across. Not only was the last high pair beautiful, but also in my size...meant to be for sure. So meant to be that before my walk home, they were on my feet to help my umbrella keep me as dry as possible in yet another downpour!
I could describe fest conditions to you that day, but it will be a lot more fun to show you. Happy Sunday-sunshiny and drying out!