Monday, May 31, 2010
But first, a few words of wisdom gleaned on this Monday morning:
1. Never wear sunglasses to go running in the forest when the day is only half-sunny.
2. Never wear running shoes in a rocky forest when it's been raining for weeks.
3. Never be afraid of the bogeyman when you can be afraid of cows.
4. Never run alone in street shoes in a wet and rocky forest full of cows with your sunglasses on.
I had just posted the quaint picture of cows off my balcony when I left the house for a run. I asked myself... the usual route, or a new one ? (the usual route being the safer of the two.)
A rather impulsive person, I decided on the new one... and off I went to do the parcours vita - running. Well, first of all the climb to the top of the hill is steep, so halfway up I had to slow to a nordic walk lest my lungs give out. As I was ascending, I recalled my neighbor's warning, "If you go running in the forest, Allison, leave a note on the table saying where you've gone so we can find you if you get hurt."
Hmmm, not a chance.
Naturally, walking through a dark forest (sunglasses to blame) creeped me out and I began looking around to see if someone were following me. But as I crested the hill and emerged from the forest I spied the movie set for the Sound of Music and was immediately relieved!
The hills are alive! But with the sound of cow bells?
A warning sign guarded entry to the field... "Suckling cows protect their young. Please keep your distance."
My knees went weak. I could either retrace my steps through the forest and risk encountering a bogeyman, or I could brave the mother cows and risk getting gorged. A quandary for this fertile imagination. There was a time, you see, when I had helped out at a farm. It was seventeen years ago, and my job had been to bring in the cows. I was once "attacked", though it came to naught. Still... I am leery of them to this day.
I opted for the fields, trying my best to think of Do Re Mi and the children who ran fearlessly through dales such as these with guitar in hand, singing. I made it over the hill, thanking God for deliverance, and began to enter the forest again. More bells. In the forest? Seriously? This time I was downright scared. You can't see cows in the forest; they blend in! Hurrying down the hill, I forgot to look out for slippery rocks, and felt my feet slide out from under me.
My thigh and arm hit the hard forest floor and I lay there thinking of my neighbor, thinking of the cows, thinking... "I should have taken the usual route!" Yes, I realized at the time that I was freaking myself out.
Well... obviously I managed to pull myself together (or I wouldn't be alive now writing this post) and run home.
I thought you might like to know that among my fanciful and imaginative posts is the hard reality faced by a dreamer in distress. Cheers!
Sunday, May 30, 2010
I'll say just one thing. To the women out there who bear this or other such burdens, I know that pink candy is so insignificant. Rather than praise it, let me praise you for your courage, your strength and the beauty that as a woman no one can ever take from you.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Apéro with all things homemade.
Candlelight in attic room.
Friday, May 28, 2010
The blue bicycle - gift from my very own Russian.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
We've kept it in a little glass yogurt jar and have been watching its fingers unfurl into tiny violet blossoms...
http://gallimaufrylife.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-fern-had-died.html (see older post)
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Charming vespas lined up near the conservatory where students sit on ancient steps under towering trees.
And lunch at an outdoor café with a long-time colleague and friend.
Archaic buildings rise up against dazzling lake - and still you can see the sky if you look straight up!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Everyone has a secret garden, don't you think?
I know I do.
I come in contact with people I don't know every day. I pass by them, smile, say hello. When I'm crabby, I avert my eyes and pretend not to see them; but it is my loss, not theirs. There are always broken places in people's heart fences. You have only to look. Broken places that will let you in simply because they are too worn to keep you out.
And what do I do with them? Dare I stop on my busy way to examine the gap? Dare I stop and help to mend?
In the past, an intimate few have dared help repair my heart, and taken the time to come in.
There is no fear in love...
Friday, May 21, 2010
Cleaning Day .. ugh!
Is Friday your day to become Donna Reed incarnate, or are you like a friend of mine who gets all her cleaning done on Monday and is thus free for the entire week! She says her ancestors have always cleaned on Monday, so why wasn't I born into that efficient family? Here it is Friday, and I've got all the marketing to do, flowers to plant and the entire house to set to rights.
To all those who've taken vacuum cleaner in hand today I say ...
Go forth and conquer!
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Driving through a small town, I stopped for gas at the tiniest blast from the past you ever did see. The numbers on one side had been gouged out, and there was nothing remotely state-of-the-art or digitally sophisticated about the working side. To boot... the station sold a mere two types of gas ... diesel and unleaded regular. An easy pick in our world of option-overload.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Vibrant pinks and greens, softer blues and whites... my littlest dashed back and forth between impatiens, cosmea, begonia and the oddest exotic flower I've ever seen. Can we take one home just for me?
Tiny fingers plant tiny seeds in tiny pot
while I get to work on all this lush beauty!
Monday, May 17, 2010
These hand-made socks knit by a friend leagues away have been loved clean through. They brought warmth to the feet and love to the heart on many a winter's night.
I've laid them to rest in my underwear drawer to await the day when I will make sock bunnies out of them to cheer my children when they're sick (hubby might like that too, come to think of it!). There are always more uses for hand-made love ...
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Sure you can! And a squeal of delight.
The bread we feasted on at supper was not only delicious, it was better than any I've made of late. We smothered it in jam, French cheese and Swiss meat spread. We evaluated its texture, admired its crunchy crust, beamed over its beautiful shape and color.
Later in the evening, as little feet were padding their way off to bed, two arms slid up behind me and a head rested on my back. How I love you, mom. So, so much.
Is love increased when it lets others fly? By letting go, I do believe one is given back... one-hundredfold.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
I know the work that goes into these; believe me, we've tried to make them. Once, the Russian and I spent hours stirring the sugar and cream only to have a chewy, gooey, sorry mess to show for it. (He is particularly fond of caramel).
There are the little striped bags we buy at the annual fair for ... what did the man say? Fourteen dollars? We divvy them up abstemiously - and wish for more.
And then one Sunday, into our hands falls an entire bag of Amélie-love; we look at each other in wonder. Can it be?
There are none left now, in case you're wondering. I'd invite you for coffee and a caramel, but alas ... there is only coffee now.
Yet if you'd like to fill up the jar, by all means!
Sunday, May 9, 2010
And my nana before her ...
What is Mother's Day if not an expression of that which already is? Tribal love passed on and on - women of a same blood loving one another into the next generation, ultimately shoving their children off and away into the waters of their own lives... and watching them sail.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
My children are no stranger to my dreamy, if not imaginative, nature. As we drive through pastoral settings after seventeen years, they still hear me exclaim as if I just got off the boat yesterday, 'Look! We live in Disneyland!' Groans ensue.... Mom - not again!
Every day I look out my window and wonder if I'm dreaming. This is the view from my bathroom. (!) It is the direction I look if I want to incline my heart toward my Swiss friends - for their houses are not far off in the distance. They live out there - in the small world.
Even with all that lush greenness and charm, one fact remains ...
Home is where the heart is. And if you don't believe it, try living in the plastic boat.