Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Treasures


The sun was pouring through the dining room windows this morning as I spooned oatmeal into Sophie's mouth, and it deflected off the treasures I have piled on my desk in the kitchen. Photos of each of my children haphazardly arranged, a postcard of Dostoevsky about which a friend asked is that your lover? and while she was joking I was not when I replied, yes, actually. The calendar of pastries is propped up behind the tiny teacup filled with inchies that Kim sent me, next to a tiny smooth rock covered in a perfect crocheted coat from lovelyworld. Henry swings in the perfection of ten months old, behind him rises the tower of power with a garden on top, constructed twelve years later, for you, mom, do you like it? The cookbooks speak of diets never tried and ancient comforts, The Peanuts Lunch Bag Cookbook a relic of a happy seventies childhood, an apple whose top is cut off, the fruit scooped out and mixed with mayo, raisins and celery, then stuffed back in, the top a hat. Beyond, the green outside, the creeping bougainvillea that grows despite. Like treasure, despite.

15 comments:

  1. Treasure and treasures. I surround myself with them too.
    Beautiful, lovely. Just like you.

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  2. Yesterday and today. You're wise to keep reminders of your treasure in view.

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  3. We need our treasures. We need our places that become shrines. Thank you for sharing yours.

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  4. I love treasures and looking at others treasures as well. PS have you seen this?

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVu4Me_n91Y

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  5. And now, I love every single one of your treasures. Thank you.

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  6. Dostoevsky, huh? My nephew is working on his PhD in Russian Literature. On a recent family vacation, while the rest of us frolicked on the beach, he sat huddled over a stack of books, mumbling in Russian. I will have to discuss your lover with him.

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  7. A wonderful medley of images
    artistically placed

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  8. It makes me happy to be part of your happy place. XO Maribeth

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  9. Still life...every once and awhile to capture a space in ones home and really look at it, think about it...what memories, or reason is it the way it is? In the end it says much without speaking!

    Delightful...

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  10. Excellent collection! It's pretty fun how much these collages say about who we are, isn't it? Thanks for letting us in to your world for a moment.

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  11. LOVE your treasures. Love the prose as well as the visual. you make me smile :)

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