Tuesday July 31, 2007
Under Foot
I've admired this hand woven rug since my first days at the shop--it's very finely woven, wool and I just love it. A colorless Rothko. Now that it's mine, I can't help but notice how it seems I chose my furniture with this rug in mind all the while.
It was in the warehouse clearance sale, and I had to have it. The boss man and I worked out a deal (my new motto--"Don't Ask, Don't Get"). And I deserved it, I work like a dog. The dog, by the way, thinks I brought home this cozy lounge pad just for her.
Beheaded
Outside my bathroom window, across the narrow drive, is my favorite seasonal display: a Maple tree, a hydrangea, and a holly bush.
I open my bathroom shower window every morning--the steam rushing out, and spend a quiet moment (sometimes the only one in the day), looking at my own personal flora calendar. In Autumn, the maple is on fire with reds and oranges. In gloomy winter, the red holly berries are a cheery natural holiday decoration. And throughout spring and summer, the blue hydrangea blossoms are gorgeous in the dapples morning light. Ok, overly romanticized, yes, but I love that view.
A few days ago, I happened to be home, and heard two someones rustling through the leaves and undergrowth---and talking to each other--"Mom, that's a big no-no. Come on, let's go"..
when I looked out the window a moment later, the hydrangeas were gone!
Three big, blue flowers snipped off and stolen! The saddest part, they left one sad lonely little bloom. It looks so pathetic.
