Used as a mailbox now, these silver milk boxes were on everyone’s porch steps. Growing up our dairy was Alderney Farms in New Jersey. Thick glass, with paperboard circle caps. You could get a dozen eggs, some cottage cheese. Leave the empties for the milkman to exchange for fresh cold bottles of milk. We still had delivery in the mid sixties. The delivery truck door had a sound when it’d slide. You can buy an old milkbox on ebay.
Old seltzer bottles, a birdcage, the texture of the wicker, some stained glass at dusk. J’s front porch with the sun sinking behind. Condensation inside the old glass, the metal tops. Artists usually arrange inanimate objects to create a still-life to paint or draw. This was already there, waiting. But then it is an artist’s house.
I wrote and illustrated a little book for the students called You Need to Read. It illustrates reasons you’d need to read–sorting baggage tags for the different destinations at the airport, a firefighter finding a street name on the city map, a chef reading a recipe, a patient reading the medicine label, high voltage and thin ice. Love the exclamation point.
Days are longer now. Natural light still shining yesterday at 6:30 PM as I drove from school- teachers had to make up time off for the G20 days. The sunlight through the new library windows so intense it hurt our eyes. The blinds are on order. The bright light a welcome change. Birds chirp in the morning now. The snowpiles melting. You feel a “lift”. Wednesday night I drove down Hampton St. and this house on the corner shone like daylight it was so bright. Unexpected cheery lights
What photo to put up? A dilemma. There’s the ongoing documentation of the storm, the damage done- like the aluminum canopy over gas pumps all twisted as if in a tornado, buckled under the weight of the snow. Or an Alpine mountain (i.e. huge pile) of snow that looks like Geology class. So many layers, the striations from the different days. The bottom layer almost black sedimentary rock- coal! A dusting of confectioner’s sugar on top. The snow I shoveled today felt like the stuff in the movies, that ersatz fluff in the Nutcracker that floats down onto the Snow Queen. If you need to Create Fake Snow Falling from a Ceiling for a School Play there are instructions. Tomorrow’s shovelfuls might be like concrete. And it’s snowing as I think of what to share. Lots of comments and emails about Spring and the hope for pictures with green in them. Hmmm, what to do? I’d set this up on my front porch after returning from a happy Valentine’s wedding in D.C., souvenirs from a lovely celebration.
Braving the snowstorm to look for food. This is one we caught, had fixed and returned to wild.
After breakfast at Joan’s she invited me to cut some flowers from her beautiful garden. Zinnias, dahlias different shape petals, vibrant colors. Slipped them into the cobalt blue vase with some cool water and photographed them on the front porch, looking for the best available light.
Love the scent of lemon peel as you cut them, the oil on your fingers is summer even though the leaves are just beginning to turn. Fall arrives this week. Fresh squeezed lemonade = childhood in July. Time to juice a couple. Enjoy one of the last summery days. My mother used one - hard to tell them apart. More scratches on the bottom age it I guess. See a cool photo of reamers covering a wall to hide the ugly wallpaper http://judy-smith.com/glass.html The serious collectors http://reamers.org/ meet for conventions. Do you even wonder how people start a collection?
“Fiesta® Dinnerware was designed by Frederick Hurten Rhead in 1936 and is now among
the most collected china products in the world.” Go to their website and see what colors were produced in which year(s). http://www.hlchina.com/fiestacolors.htm This bowl with the cherries was photographed on a balcony in Sheboygan WI in August.
Oven fried chicken, red skinned mashed, zucchini, mixed greens with balsamic and olive oil, sliced peaches with a lemon squeezed on them, chocolate Truffles from Betsy Ann Chocolates(courtesy of Vincie)and corn on the cob that James’ parents grew in Ohio, butter and salt and pepper. It was a summer dinner. Two of my three grown children home accompanied by their significant other. Happy mother.