The sky today isn't blue and it isn't pink. It's iridescent, near purple but not. Azure? I'm sure there is a Crayola Crayon for what this is. From my office I look over my backyard, with its high grass and a neighbor's huge tree branching over it. I don't know the name of this tree but it's old and it drops seedlings all over my yard and driveway. I couldn't care less. From my spot here, with A. sleeping in the other room and silence, all I see are bits of sky between a million dark leaves. But i have a feeling it's beautiful out, that the sky is a bright one already, at 5am.
Yesterday I went to the Mt. Tabor Art Walk with MD. You literally walk through people's houses in the neighborhood, they serve you snacks, usually cheese and crackers though I prefer small sugar cookies, which I found at one house and at another house they had those individually wrapped butterscotch things in a silver bunchy wrapper, I'll take what I can get.
The best part is spying on how other people live, and also how open or closed they are to having perfect strangers tromp through their homes. One waspy family, perfect, ironed summer clothes, sat on the front steps of their traditional, brick palace as if they were late for a tennis game, while visitors could explore artwork, mostly watercolors, displayed on wires on the porch and within a small open office type room. The rest of the house was off limits. Even the dog found this strange - a labradoodle who followed us from the inside as we poked our noses on glass window from the outside. Funny, the house, with its huge brick of a big screen TV, beige carpet, a silk plant, and a generic black office chair, was not all that.
The friend I was with, MD, was on the look out for apricot or salmon colored flowers, preferably roses, and on our walks we found many. We also saw the fattest irises, some new, some shriveled, but tall and on steroids, as well as an incredible rhododendron tree that was ancient, I mean maybe 100 years old. Gorgeous.
Anyway, the woman of the house I loved and MD loved, had many lovely watercolors, outstanding, and a beautiful room in front, all windows with screens so she could paint in there. Her son had designed and built it, and a backyard with a quiet deck and two matching, black and white, sleepy cats. And of course, more flowers in the yard. The house was old, but fixed up in a quiet way. Maybe it was the candy? But I had a certain feeling in the house, like if I lived there everything would be perfect.
After dinner with MD at Caldera, excellent conversation and just fun, white wine on the outside deck, my favorite Marionberry BBQ burger, I'm looking forward to summer.
Portland, I am no longer mad at you.
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