One of the treats of being here, is being able to spend time with our long-time neighbors. Mike lives directly across the street from 411, and then Theresa and John are on 411's right. I have stopped more than once to take photos of Theres'a tree. Other neighbors have oozed over its beauty and passersby have even commented to me when I'm on my bike or walking. Autumn is its season to be brilliant. It is our neighborhood star.
Last night, we sat on Theresa's porch telling tree tales and sharing family memories over a little wine and cheese.
Even though I've been gone from 411 for a very long time and live at great distances, I've been able to stay in contact and become friends with our "long-timers". I've learned more about my parents from them and there's always been someone to call nearby if I'm worried for some reason. During the Ferguson "Good Friday" tornado, I was working in Stuttgart, Germany. There on the morning news with Anderson Cooper was a tornado touching down at the airport and very near my folks. I immediately got on Skype and made a number of calls. In the end, it was only Theresa I was able to reach who told me Mom and Dad were okay. They were too. But just on the other side of Thoroughman where our beautiful tree sits, the houses on the next block were devastated and the tops of trees had been sliced off all over the neighborhood.
We agreed. We had angels on our shoulders. I think I have angel neighbors and angel trees too! Happy Friday!
...and moody light can evoke a rush and range of feelings! Here, I first felt "pretty". Soon, I felt "prison". The setting sun through the curtains, the lone sunflower, textures, light and location; all play in to this melange of moods that may not make much sense.
Ferguson's January-Wabash Park took my breath away yesterday morning. To see a place I've loved and grown up with start the day in such an amazingly beautiful way, was a real treat for me. The blues...
When you're living in the midst of tumultuous times and it feels like everything around you is swirling and spinning out of control; I find that nature quickly pulls me back to the real world. Here, I find my sense of trust, faith, hope and confidence in the universe returns.
I'd scooped a couple of very pretty leaves when I walked past Theresa's Tree the other day. I put them in my journal to press. As I was journaling about everything that was going on; there they were. As soon as I wrote: "I love the leaves," I knew I'd found my peace.
Over the years of growing up, a common refrain was those things "are too nice to use."
I love a pretty table.
A pretty table makes me feel good, whether I'm having company for dinner or not. With company though, I do try to dude it up a little more.
Knowing my brother Jim was going to be here for a bit, I decided to have a little dinner party for Jim, Mom and Mike the evening of Jim's arrival. Everything had already been made except the pasta. A couple days earlier, Mom sat with me while I cooked and chopped the onions for the meat sauce...a team effort.
I'm very excited about those tiny croissants I've found at Aldi's. They are just the right size and meet so many needs. We used some pretty plates, pretty napkins and placemats, the good silver ware, wine glasses, and the special glasses that Mom and Dad have that say "Larry and Helen" on them.
Prior to my arrival, I don't remember ever seeing us use those pretty dinner plates. It feels so good to have pretty: crackers and chips in a basket on the table instead of sitting there in the bag; dips in a 3-sectioned dish instead of sitting on the table in those nasty plastic containers; and, kirs and wine in real wine glasses!
Maybe I've spoiled myself. Mom looked at me after everyone left and asked: "Why did you go to so much trouble?" I didn't feel like I had gone to so much trouble. I had time. Mom and I shared an experience together. I was able to say: "Because I enjoy it, Mom." But, I probably should have said: "Because I enjoy it and I love you."
And, I plan to use every pretty thing I can while I'm here. I understand the concept of "special occasion", but I'm for enjoying everything we have in our lives while we still can. Why have them if we're not going to use them? I'm sure those of you who know me well will smile at the photo below...you will see a kir "my way".
Wishing everyone a happy Sunday of enjoying everything and person that you have in your life! That's the real special!
Mike Edwards has been surprising me with photos ever since our first face-to-face meeting at our 2013 International Overalls Weekend celebration on Columbus Street last November. It was so much fun to get the photos he shot at the party and other events we shared. And then, there was my second "4" in Cadrieu this summer!
He'd take photos of Marina's and a photo of Evelyn's and adjusted them or mixed them in various ways.
It may have been just a cropping, like he did on this shot that Evelyn took the day I bought THE HAT and then sat on the steps of the church at St. Cirq Lapopie. Or, it could have been the different colors and treatments of some of the shots that Marina took of me on the day of Dali's memorial coffee.
No matter what the method...we have fun and I enjoy seeing myself through the eyes of my friends. It appears that Mike and Marina have made contact. I'm waiting. The two of them could be a dangerous combination! Huge Merci to Mike!
Marina has enriched all of our lives with whimsy photos of us and our loved ones over the years. She often takes her photos, or the photos of others and goes wild. As you can see, they are so creative and so much fun. I've shared two of my favorites here: the poppy hat and Laury Mona Lisa. A Huge Merci to Marina. Enjoy!