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.
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.
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“.
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~! =)