as i sometimes say to my husband, “let me tell you about my week…” although actually, it’s about my month. i finished the big house renovation project up the driveway from us on August 31. On September 1, a tree limb fell and blocked the driveway. on september 2, there was water in the basement, which was also the day my daughter came home from san francisco for a visit. the next day, on september 3, my husband came home from france, and last thursday i left at 4 am for my nephew’s wedding in santa barbara wearing white jeans and not thinking in any way about the fact that, as a fully menopausal 54 year old, i might possibly get my period, except that i absolutely did get my period on the plane to santa barbara, on the way to spend four days with my beloved, crazy, argumentative, right-wing, hard-drinking family while my nephew married his beautiful, latina left-wing bride in an 18th century spanish mission church, and we drank and danced until the wee hours, while i changed tampons and pads, and tried to keep up, while, little did i know, a flight delay was waiting for me at the airport, so that i arrived back home at 2:00 in the morning. this morning. it is good to be home. and i am spent. but it is very good to be home. but i am totally spent. but, damn, it is good to be home. but, holy shit. i am spent.
branch with dried poplar leaves
choosing and choosing again.
these three vines look as if they were destined to be wrapped up together into almost a single strand. but really, at any time, one of them could have elbowed out away from the others, and struck off on its own. that’s what makes a family, i guess. always having a choice, and choosing, then choosing again, to come back home.
(unidentified) intertwined vines
war and peace
thistles grow up prepared to make war. they bristle and threaten, and make their enemies pay with piercings, blood, and pain. but then when they have mellowed into old age, and their flowers of dynastic purple have faded to a lavender gray, they shed seeds soft enough to stuff pillows with. i like both incarnations. the warrior and the domestic peacemaker. i have a little of both in me.
dried musk thistle heads
my nephew marries his amor today in santa barbara. i will be there to celebrate the fact that they each have a new family, and that we all have a new family member, and that the world still runs on a fuel as unlikely and insubstantial as love.
spill of fall smoke bush leaves
fall is easy
STILL blog in many ways has gotten harder over its nearly seven years of existence. a lot of options that were available to me in 2012 and 2013 have since been taken and lodged in the archives, which means i have to find new subjects or new ways of seeing old subjects every day. it’s a kind of constructive poverty that makes me find creative workarounds. but then fall comes around, full of gold, and and i feel temporarily wealthy again.
still life composition with butterfly