3.15.2012, or "Et tu, Brute?"

Sunshine in the morning . . .

. . . gave way to another magnificent March storm . . .

(view from my office window-North)

. . . which gave way to dinner with friends and the usual visit to the Belcourt with Christopher . . .

(I am so excited about this)

. . . which naturally led to late night coffee shop time with the brother. A wonderful day.

I woke up this morning with the goal of having Downton Abbey hair: I folded curls up into themselves, and pinned them loosely until I had something that resembled an updo belonging Lady Mary. Apparently I was successful, because when I went through the drive-thru at Chik-fil-a this morning at 7:00 am, the girl opened the window and said, "$3.71. Oh my gosh, you have Downton Abbey hair!" I was excited.

Oh, you look so beautiful tonight

I'm quite in love with my new house, and the good evenings we've been having there.

Last night was perhaps the most beautiful weather I've ever experienced. In my car of the way home I was whispering sweet nothings to the sky and taking photos (it's a miracle I made it home).

Tanya had made an AMAZING dinner for us all- tag pic pac, asparagus, and scallops. I love her and her desire to share her talents with us all.

(Photo by Gabe) So Gabe, Tanya, Karie, Christopher and I sat on the deck and ate this wonderful meal, prepared by this wonderful friend, and looked to the wonderful sky.

All around us brewed bluesy storms, lightning danced in a circle, but we were in a golden pocket of peace. Our faces were all golden, our trees were golden. I was made quite silly by the Midas kissed light and ran from the front porch to the back deck to see the view on both side of the house.

Finally the storm reached us, but it was a merciful rain, not the hail that many of our friends experienced. When the storm passed, it left behind a trail of rich-rainbow-dewey sky before evening fell.

XXIX

Heart, have no pity on this house of bone:
Shake it with dancing, break it down with joy.
No man holds mortgage on it; it is your own;
To give, to sell at auction, to destroy.
When you are blind to moonlight on a bed,
When you are deaf to gravel on the pane,
Shall quavering caution from this house instead
Cluck forth at summer mischief in the lane?
All that delightful youth forbears to spend
Molestful age inherits, and the ground
Will have us; therefore, while we're young, my friend -
The Latin's vulgar, but the advice is sound.
Youth, have no pity; leave no farthing here
For age to invest in compromise and fear.


Edna St. Vincent Millay

hydrangeas and a quizzical brow

My Grandmother