Friday, July 21, 2017


 I am surrounded by summer green even in the house. : )

 Look what I found at the flea market this week! A very nice on-canvas reproduction of Van Gogh's Café Terrace at Night for five dollars! I love it--it's my favorite find this season.

I re-upholstered my old desk chair last weekend with a puppies print. Do you see the pugs? 

 
I also recently re-purposed the old glass-fronted bookcase in my dining room to display my head vase collection (all flea market finds!) and a few of the pieces from my tea set, too. The bottom shelves hold my nature treasures: shells, feathers, fossils, a butterfly wing, &c.
 


This is Mustead Wood aka Baby Groot.--my other Mother's Day English rose. Someone was eating all of his new leaves for a while, and I really worried he wouldn't make it. Then we rigged up a little wire fence to put around him. Now he's thriving, but he's very small. I hope he still has enough time to grow. The color of his first blossoms is not as deep as I expected, but hopefully it will change as the plant matures. Also, it's quite hot out which definitely impacts rose color. The blossoms of my pale pink "Falling in Love" hybrid tea are nearly white. 

A great book and delicious lunch. I just finished reading Station Eleven yesterday. I know some of you have read this book, too, and I would love to know your thoughts about it. The story is set in a dystopian future a few years after the collapse of civilization. It is a book about memory and loss and art and connection--what it is that makes us human. A couple of years ago I read Laurus by Russian author Eugene Vodolazkin. That book was set in an indeterminate time period which, I realized as I was reading Station Eleven, might have been the future, although it had a distinctly medieval quality to it.  Vodolazkin wrote Laurus to show what is absent from our modern lives that was essential before: a wholeness in human experience with no separation between natural and supernatural awareness. This contrasts sharply with Station Eleven which removes the trappings of modern civilization to show us the meaning the civilized world imbues to our lives. It portrays religion as dangerous incoherency adhered to by the coercive, the weak, the deranged, and the deadly. Station Eleven speaks eloquently about the bonds people form with other people, with objects, with place, with animals, and with time.  (Interestingly, the word 'religion' is from the Latin 'religio', meaning:  obligation, bond, reverence; and 'religare' meaning "to bind".)  The book has given me a lot to ponder, and I don't think I will easily forget it. I have already recommended it to a few people. But, if I had to choose between re-reading Laurus or Station Eleven, I would pick Laurus.

The new study is becoming everyone's favorite room. Someone is always on the daybed. :)
 It doesn't hurt that it is the coolest room in the house.








This iced ruby rose tea is my summertime favorite: spearmint, lemon balm, hibiscus flowers, dried orange, rose petals, and clove. Mmmmmm.

I love roses best, but really, geraniums are star bloomers, aren't they? I just love them. 

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Have you seen this? What a joke! Every number in that budget is below reality except the net income, which is more than it should be (they didn't account for state income taxes, and I'm not certain that they deducted Social Security and Medicare either). The other evening the kids and I watched 12 Angry Men--the old 1957 classic film starring Henry Fonda. (It was amazing how much it mirrored my own experience as a juror!) There was a line in it  that really got to me. One of the characters--a salesman played by Jack Warden-- brags to Henry Fonda that he made $27,000 last year selling marmalade. "Not too bad for marmalade," he said.  I should say not, considering that was a fortune sixty years ago. Today, however, it is a pittance. My daughter earns nearly double the federal hourly minimum wage and works 35+ hours a week, and yet she did not make that much last year. When I think of all of the problems that affect society, including race and gender inequality, I can see that much of it comes down to economics. In the mid-nineteenth century Irish were considered scum in this country. They lived in slums and were widely discriminated against. The same was true for Italian, Polish, German, and Jewish immigrants, as well. These groups are now privileged "white people". That's the power of money. Racisim is real, but the deep root of the problem is not primarily skin color, it's poverty. We hate the poor. Even if we donate to the local food bank and give clothes and money to organizations that help, we don't see poor people as "good as us". We don't live near them, and we don't make friends with them. 

Presley had a birthday yesterday--he's three! And still acts like a puppy. The girls and I think Presley is actually a prince who was bewitched and trapped in a dog suit. He has such soulful, knowing eyes. We are sure he understands everything we say. ♥

7 comments:

  1. So the question is: how do you get the prince out of Presley? I'm assuming you girls already kiss him regularly. :D I like the container your Christmas cactus is in, it looks like a bowl.

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  2. Oh - I forgot to mention that wonderful Van Gogh you found. What a lovely thing to have on your wall!

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    1. Thank you, Lisa!

      My Christmas cactus is in a plastic planter--it looks like a clay pot with a saucer, but it's pretty wide and shallow; maybe the type used for a dish garden? I have no idea where I got it; the cactus has been living in it for years now.

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  3. Love the canvas you found, lucky lucky you. I enjoyed that book and I don't care much for dystopian, well I though I didn't. I cannot remember much now of the plot since it's been awhile but I thought her writing style was lovely. I want to plop on that daybed and watch you write at your desk, I would definitely distract you from non stop talking :)

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    1. aren, you can come over and plop down on my daybed anytime you like! I enjoyed the author's writing style, too. I've read a few novels with dystopian settings, and they usually make for interesting reading. I read a book with a similar plot line several years ago by Laura kasischke called _In A Perfect World_ (that one was about the bird flu).

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  4. What a lovely corner with the chair, the lamp, and that painting. :-) I have lived below the poverty line most of my adult life and it is a funny place to be. Here, it's hard to get past, even with education. I have certainly learned a lot about the social ills that poverty often prompts, and about the productive skills we can learn when we are put in a tight spot. It's such a complicated topic.

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    1. Yes, poverty is a complicated topic. I grew up in poverty but had no idea my family was poor until the summer I was ten and went to church summer camp. The other children shunned me. In my adulthood, money has come and gone and I have learned to be resourceful and content with what I have. However, there are many people today who work full-time and don't make enough money to support themselves, let alone a family, while corporate CEOs rake in multi-million dollar incomes. It makes my blood boil.

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