Spending time at Riverside made me realize, yet again, how comforting ‘going home’ is … this, despite the circumstances. Sleeping in ‘my’ room; wandering the garden (alright, more working in the garden but that was fun too); evenings just chatting with mom. All that stuff I studied in English Lit about the importance of your ‘hearth’ came ringing true over those 5 days.
(sigh)
Granted, my mom and I have radically different takes on decorating. Mine is more a modern esthetic (thanks G!). Mom’s, far more traditional as these few pics show.
3) ding-dong all day long [and so loud!]
Papa’s garden is gorgeous and they recently had an artist friend of theirs, the watercolourist Helen Allen, do a couple paintings which are in the kitchen (of all places).
Here’s a picture I took Saturday alongside Helen’s watercolour.
3) Papa’s iris; 4) “Mom’s Porch” and the kitchen window by Helen
5) looking across to the bird feeder
Monday’s reading: Three actually.
With thanks to orchidgrass, Mishima‘s “Confessions of a Mask” and with thanks to Jack, Wolk’s “What Einstein Told His Cook” and Dornenburg and Page’s “Culinary Artistry“.
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WOW. I absolutely love your papa’s garden. I wish I owned a house so that I could have a garden to tend. Irises are my absolute favourite flower in the world too!
Confessions of A Mask is great book, Mishima was a brilliant person (albeit slightly fascist).
ryc: thanks…The garden looks so surreal; a tiny version of Butchart Gardens in Victoria.
Glad your Papa is doing well :)
Nice home and garden. There is something to going back and experiencing the “my” room event. Brings back a lot of memories.
a little late…but i’m glad your father is doing well!
what a beautiful garden!
wow… nice garden!
Jeez – your mom and my parents have literally the exact same decorating tendencies.
NICE home~! =)