Looking Towards

 

Evelyn: The evening with Bud & Betty - celebrating 50 years of marriage, family of every kind embracing them with dance, and play, and words.

Helping Hands

Evelyn: Justin and I are making it a bit of a habit to engorge ourselves Sunday mornings at Lenny's, then run off guiltily to the Natures Food Patch to collect organic veggies, fruit, beans and salmon for a weeks worth of meals. We have been cooking together on Sundays, preparing what will keep us afloat until Thursday. I enjoy these little kitchen adventures, my son scolding me on my kitchen habits while preparing the stuff that makes me cry.

Peeking Into & Out

Prickly Business

 

Monica: Our office computer is an old "turn of the century" eMac. It works fabulously and I completely take for granted how cool it is until someone walks into the office and says "Is that an old Mac?" (Old, in technological terms, is anything older than last year.) I will miss this little (big) guy, too. 

Evelyn: I love the morning winter light in the garden. I am not exposed to cactus as I used to be, and this little guy brings nostalgia of warm Tucson days. The prickles and weaves are a playground of patterns.

Catch Up

Monica: It's Christmas Eve and we both spent a lot of time on the phone, catching up with family. It will be a quiet Christmas this year; the two of us in an empty house, staying warm by the fire. Even though I can't be with my family, I am still so grateful for all of this: for him, for my family & friends, for everyone's health, for the new job, and for the time we got to live in this little slice of California heaven.

Evelyn: The morning hours in my mother's garden are calm and colorful. My body doesn't quite know what time it is, and part of me is confused by the gently emerging sunlight when Florida is already seeing a late-morning haze. Going through my mom's yard, I am drawn to tiny forgotten accents—probably placed unexpectedly or covered by vines and nick-knacks—that feel like small hide-'n-seek treasures: an aging clothespin, a rusted iron candle holder, dead morning glory vines and a frozen statue of a red bird, all between warm sunlight and greenery.

Noise & Haste

Monica: Because I missed my acupuncture appointment today, I had a chance to wander through the gardens at the Stanford Inn. I love these gardens for their delightful mix of untamed tangle of color and carefully-tended beds of organic vegetables and fruit trees. This bed of onions had fat shoots with blooms ready to burst out of their Hershey-kiss like tops.

Evelyn: Run away, he whispers... before the rest of the world messes up your navigation, too!

Autumn Gold

Garden Meals

Foxy Making Noise