Rabbit Rabbit, I’m back Girlfriends, didja miss me? I been busy, oh so busy, doing nothing, being lazy . . . MUSICA
Each day I come to the studio with the intention of writing a new blog post, but the windows are wide open because the weather has been so wonderful and it gets light so early in the morning and the breeze is coming up from the harbor and the garden looks so pretty from the kitchen window so I go look at it, and what do I see, oh my, weeds, so I sit down to pull a few (under that awning they call the sky), and then it’s time for lunch and then I start writing my book and I can’t put it down until it’s time to go for a walk. I think you get the picture. I needed what Gladys Taber said we all need . . .
And so that’s where I’ve been. Taking a long deep breath of home. Peeping through the deep tangled wildwood . . .
Hanging the napkins and tablecloth to dry on the line . . . while dreaming . . .
planting flowers (Calibrachoa) while remembering . . .
Eating lunch in the garden. For those who read this blog, you probably remember — first we went to New York and when we got back I needed to prepare my AUTUMN book for publication, and then it was time to think about the talk I was giving at the Gladys Taber Reunion, and when we got home from that I got everything ready, made salads and plans for my four high school girlfriends who were coming from California for their first visits to the island. So it’s been go go go. And after they left, it was the brown birds and the butterflies that became the problem . . . it was this . .
I didn’t fight it. I couldn’t, I needed to breathe it in and refill my inspiration cup, and that’s what I’ve been doing. Not really lazy. So let’s start here, in the garden, and why not, It’s July! We are in the midst of summer. Summer! A little of this, a little of that, and we’ll be all caught up again . . . so here we go. Finally the roses are blooming . . .
New Dawn roses on the arbor ~ Joe put up the twinkle lights for the girls.
This is what our walk in the woods looks like right now! I took the girls every day they were here. I wish I could describe how wonderful it smells, all piney and woodsy, leafy and green, I think you can see why I love it so much. A mile and a half out to the water and a mile and a half back. Perfect.
The reward at the end of the road.
I’ve been bringing the flowers from the garden inside so now I have a cottage garden outside, but my “kitchen garden” is now IN the kitchen.
Sheri sent me the new Emma “jug” otherwise known as a “pitcher” ~ so adorable, it’s called “Rose and Bee” and there are matching mugs and tea towels too, I had to carry it around a bit, it’s been in every room in the house, but this is the spot I love it the best. Mrs. Rabbit-Rabbit agrees. We can keep our eye on it here.
Jack kept his eye on me while I was out cutting hydrangeas. And Vice Versa. See him?
My first Just Joey rose is in bloom! And Just Jack Just Loves It!
Every time I go outside I have to get out another little vase, I’m going to need another shelf soon.
Jack keeps his eyes on the birds.
This is how the garden looks as the sun is coming up . . . sunlight brushes the tops of the pickets, and puts a bright spot on the golden cypress.
The delicate yet bold old-fashioned hollyhock. Take a deep breath of that. (I already checked it for bees, you’re safe.) The crown of any cottage garden. I have two this year but they’re already on my list for next year, I need more, because I am berserk for these. They grow over six feet high and still manage to look very sweet.
Flowers. The glory of the earth.
Even a lawn filled with clover flowers and flitting bees is lovely. If you’re new to this blog, you might wonder about how my picket-fence garden came to be and if so, here’s my How-To Kitchen Garden.
You can blame these guys for my absence too. I had to schmoosh them. It kept me very busy.
Girl Kitty prefers her schmooshing to be very soft and gentle. She likes to be carried over my shoulder like a baby and have her ears rubbed. Her mantra?
Jack would prefer to run and play, have me hold him up to look out of windows, have me bring in grass for him to smell. His mantra?
They have been patient while I made salad dressing
This is Jack, asleep on my art table next to Gladys Taber’s Especially Father book. He fell asleep waiting for me to throw his rubber band. And then just as he thought he might get me back, I did this!
But how could I not??? SO much fun! The kitties have been very patient waiting for me to get home! This is Lynn (above, from the left), Marilyn, Cathy and Karen (Karen I’ve known since I was nine . . . she’s the one I met the Beatles with, everyone else I met in Junior High School) . . . we are, as you can see, at Nancy Luce’s grave in West Tisbury, a Vineyard must-see as far as I’m concerned. (If Nancy Luce doesn’t sound familiar to you, you can read more about her HERE. Sometimes she’s known as the “Chicken Lady,” but she’s so much more than that.)
We had such a great time, dinner on the water and dinner under the arbor; after lunch on the harbor in Edgartown, we walked up North Water Street and looked at the old houses with Widow’s Walks, laughing about being on the drill team, our outfits, the routines, Miss Robathon, making our pom-poms at Marilyn’s house at a slumber party, going to Lake Arrowhead on spring break, boys we had crushes on. It’s actually quite surprising how little I really knew about everyone. Like if they were the oldest or the youngest in their families. Or how many brothers or sisters they had. Or something about the lives of their parents. Things I would think I would know. That’s because an amoeba has no brain and when I was in high school I was an amoeba, single-celled, as yet unformed. It was so fun to compare memories and meet each other as grown ups.
We ate icy raw littleneck clams and fresh hot steaming lobsters; we went shopping, we went to the Campground and to the lighthouses and to Menemsha . . . to every spot of interest we could think of. We sang in the car, windows down, winding on the island roads, old songs, Like this one . . .still my most favorite thing to do in the world, sing in the car with the windows down, and it’s because of these people. They started it.
It couldn’t have been better, but too soon it was time to
say goodbye, waaaah.
. . . and suddenly it was quiet and we were alone with no place to go . . . it took some adjusting . . .
I could almost hear the clover growing. It’s a very lovely sound.
You can also blame my new book for my absense. Because as my inspiration cup is filling, I wake up full of dreams, I make my tea and then I start to write and sometimes I can’t seem to stop. Every day a new detail gets added, a phrase, word, painting, photo, thought, remembered conversation, or song — I don’t want it to end. (“Reaching for the infinite.” ♥ GT)
BUT . . . here we are, hard to believe it’s already
Now it’s time to hang the flag . . .
And celebrate the birth of our nation. I’ve been saving this to show you . . . I found it written in crayon on the back of an old Christmas Carol book. This seems like the perfect time for it!
Time for the red white and blue.
Time for fireworks . . .
Time for a picnic . . .
. . . and all kinds of wonderful picnic foods . . . What are you bringing? . . . How about cold Lemon Rice Salad with lots of flower petals, delicious AND beautiful — here’s the RECIPE.
or the best picnic cake of them all . . . tender and moist, not too sweet . . .
Pineapple Upside-Down Cake with a sticky brown-sugary edge and vanilla bean sauce. Yum! Here’s the recipe for that…
Or, fresh from the garden, Squash Salad with Nasty Nasturtiums. Easy, quick, delicious, the squash stays crisp, like pickles. Try it!
Before I go, in case you haven’t noticed, if you have my wall calendar hanging somewhere in your house, something is hideously missing from it. You’ve probably figured it out, but if you haven’t, try not to look for July 31 because it’s just not there. I have a weak, limp excuse and/or reason, and here it is, it comes also with a strong, forthright FIX . . . so go there to read more and add that little something to your calendar that all calendars should have. The last day of July.