Tonight I headed up to my parents' house for the night. I was due to check in on our friends' pool, they've been out of the country and I've been checking the chemicals, etc. for them. And our friend and neighbor was giving a talk on urban planning differences between the US and Europe (he was born in Germany and is a landscape architect). After his talk, his wife and I had a spirited discussion about the history of cities, which I loved. They are such nice people. She insisted next time I'm up that I need to come down to their house for a proper visit. (She's a weaver, too.)
I had a surprise waiting for me at the house. My Tuesday Bassen dessert plate had come in the mail! I get the Buy Some Damn Art emails and was instantly smitten with Tuesday's work and had to buy a plate. I love it. I need to find a good spot for it. Oh, and Tuesday wrote the sweetest note to me, which was in the box. So sweet and talented. I hope I can buy some more of her pieces. (See the plate below!)
The night ended with my mother and I wandering the yard in the growing darkness, her hobbling with her broken foot in a big black boot. We walked the yard with her pointing out different plants, showing me their progress. This might be what I miss most about living with my parents. I love our spring and summer end-of-the-day walks around the yard, with drinks in our hands, admiring how the garden is growing. Some photos below. (Spoiler: more peonies. And a guest appearance from Kobe, the piggy-wig* maltese, guarding the garden.)
*My nick-name for Kobe is "Piggy-wig" because he makes porcine grunting noises when he's excited. It comes from "The Owl and the Pussy-Cat" by Edward Lear, a favorite poem from childhood.
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