Sorry I’m Late

Good gifts

The best presents are given for no good reason.  I was lucky enough to receive two awesomely personalized gifts in one week.

The first came in the mail from my crafty friend Tara in Austin. Tara knows and shares my love affair with the avocado. In fact, this is not the first piece of avocado correspondence I’ve received from her. Last year she sent me an entire article on the history of the unique fruit I so frequently praise in poetry.  I love the varying degrees of green! The polka dots!  Ooooh, and  the soft tactile look of the fabric connotes the inner velour of actual avocado flesh.  You can find more of her charming crafty curio as fiftyacorns on etsy.com

The second came from my nifty friend Ella, a naturalist at Eagle Bluff.

I squealed when I saw it. So much character! Look at the metronome ticking away on top of embellished piano. The little girl’s yellow braids and blue socks! Cutey cute cute quirky cute.

Both pieces are so ‘me’, its hard to believe I didn’t find or make them myself. It was such a treat to get them! They’re both happily hanging on my wall amidst my other stitched kitsch.

Dandilion

Hello yellow little doily.

Sunshine puff pastry.

King of the weedy jungle.

Poem without words : high strung

Delphinia

Delphinium – Larkspur

“Old John Parkinson, nearly 300 years ago, wrote “Wee call them in English Larkes heeles, Larkes spumes, Larkes toes or claws.” The Larkspur is surely one of the oldest old-fashioned flowers but it is becoming more popular today than ever. How choice are its colors! How suggestive is the word “lark” in christening this flower, as the lark comes from the sky, so comes also the color of the Larkspur. From the azure of the sky to the deep blues of the ocean depths is its range of blue. ” -BackyardGardener.com

Meet Delphinia.

For the first time in four years I have four wheels. The past year I have resided in a town of 800, nestled down by a river and walled in by limestone bluffs, without personal means of transport. I’ve been a terrific sport about it, and all of my fellow residents have been most generous in ride-sharing. But there comes a time, when a girl has got to go mobile. What’s more, she’s got be able to haul off her antique armchair, her accordion, a closet full vintage frocks, and a bookshelf of ragtag drama books. With that requisite in mind, I spent every Tuesday for the past two months scoping out the lots….VW Van, to Tacoma pick-up truck, to Subaru sport wagon, to finally, the Toyota Matix. A hatchback! Ideal! Excellent fuel efficiency! I can even sleep in it! And of course, its the brightest and the bluest in the entire town.

My friend helped me find the gem. For a while there, he was a strident naysayer to almost everything we saw, mostly to balance out my eager and adaptive readiness to be pleased by whatever came closest to what I wanted. I said “This is the one I want” enough times to have bought twelve cars instead of just one. But when Delphinia came along he agreed she was up to snuff. I did all of the wheeling and dealing myself, signing by the X’s, and sternly declining all the unnecessary extras. I drove away from the dealership completely thrilled at 9:15pm and promptly chauffered myself to a steak dinner.

Retro nonsense music to my ears.

Thanks Tofupuppy!

Semblable

I’m not sure if you exsist.

But  then again, I never needed certainty before.

A silent, persevering, ache disguised as faith.

All the words I use belie the person I am, on this honest earth,

This tincture of cynicism and grace and wit,

with chin up and eyes achingly open,

I take in as much as I can, and marvel at the fact that it will never be enough and I will never cease

to want you,

whoever or whatever you are.

I’ve forgotten how to blog! All of my logical words and phrases are in use in other ways in other places.

Instead my mind is awash in abstract alliteration.

• Strident flight attendant
• Platonic catatonic neurotic
• Oblique bourgeoisie Beaujolais
• Heretofore, ear to floor
• Ever present effervescent evanescence

Wha? These words curl up on themselves like those little red cellophane fortune telling fish that you hold in your hot palm

Do you hear these things too? Do they creep up on you and twinkle in the back of your brain until you say them out loud with a half smile?