Because my eyes are so light sensitive I move around a darkened house in the morning until I’m awake enough for jarring lights. If I had flicked the lights on I would have missed the bananas glowing on a shelf next to the basket of tea, lit by a single ray of light casting into the kitchen, seeking something to illuminate.
Felix the heat-seaking cat inserts his small self between the humans, matching purrs to snores. Kasey the dog stirs at the foot of the bed. I wait for a cold nose to tell me it’s time to go out, but this chilly morning his deep doggy sigh tells me he’s settled in for the duration, and we all drift back to sleep.
Most Tuesday nights I rehearse with September Crossing, the fledgling band that my sister and a childhood friend and I have formed. We’ve yet to have our public debut, but we’re enjoying the process, and when we break into three-part harmony an occasional clunker on the strings of our instruments doesn’t matter quite as much. There is something transcendent about making music together. A few weeks ago I heard Brian Eno talk on NPR about how singing is the key to a long life. It’s worth a listen; you can find it here.
Makes perfect sense to me!
This day began with me donning gloves and cleaning the bathroom at work after a young boy spent some time in there, but failed to use the toilet –for any of his needs. Enough said. My next work debacle included several hours spent gathering data on a spreadsheet to supply to our auditors, only to lose the document in the bowels of the computer, never to be seen again. Such is the life of a non-profit executive. Glamorous, it is not.
But speaking of glamour, and on a much happier note, it’s Flowers In The House over at Jane’s. So I headed out to my fading yard after dark, to see what I could collect for an early autumn bouquet to bring to the party. I tucked some sedum, dogwood leaves, caladium and red fountain grass fronds into a tall marbly vase that was a wedding gift.
More sedum, hydrangea, lavender stalks, a few stragglers from the asters, and some wintercreeper clippings went into a pottery vase that I rescued many years ago from a discard pile outside the ceramics lab at college. I rather like the scorch marks.
Be sure to stop on over to Jane’s at SmallButCharming and check out the lovely flowers from around the world!
This weekend was a lovely weekend away, with a visit to family on the farm where I grew up, and a loop around through the mountains of north-central PA to lunch with my step-daughter at college.
Western NY is lovely at the close of summer, gardens bursting with tomatoes and beans and pumpkins, the corn drying on the stalk and the leaves not quite turning.