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Monday, September 27, 2004

the darling young man on the flying trapeze....

last summer we flew the pippingtooth coop and while on vacation my sweet hubby, luke, took to the skies over minnesota.

he's playing "a mid-air ode to joy" on the trampoline.

luke was a gymnast growing up and i love this picture of him because i know he's deliriously happy up there reliving one of the best parts of his childhood.

i look at this image and here's what i see:

a gentle man who has slipped the pull of gravity for a moment

a loving husband who leaped into sobriety 14 years ago and feels blessed to stay there day after day

a father who's soared beyond all my expectations

a boyfriend who's going to get a great big smooch the minute he floats down from cloud nine

Saturday, September 25, 2004

oh, rose!

snapped a picture of miss rose in her prettiest pink party dress the other morning...

apparently she had a date. see him there waiting patiently.

he's one good looking spider and he's absolutely crazy in love with her. you can tell by how closely he hangs on her every word.

oh, but little does the poor fellow know his seemingly devoted, miss rose...

...secretly holds another suitor closer to her heart!

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

grasshopper pesto

almost made a fine batch of orthopteron parpadelli sunday night.

until the little guy jumped from the basil and landed on the "off" button on my food processor. it was not his time to go.

good thing i wasn't making pomegranate salad dressing too, as this gorgeous hornworm might have met his vinegarry doom that day as well.

all in all, it was a perilous day for leetle creatures here in our pippingtooth garden.

clara the hefty wonder dog and i "rode fence" this morning and i'm happy to report all insects are present and accounted for as of 10 am.

Sunday, September 12, 2004

the whisper of butterfly wings...

two days ago, this flutter of blue whooshed past my studio window. i took several photos of this gorgeous butterfly, but i like this one the best. it looks like a wild impressionist watercolor. essence of butterfly.

i talked to my dear friend kernie yesterday. (my print, "kernie in spring" is named after her.)

kernie has a story to tell about blue butterflies. She just lost her oldest and best childhood friend, shern, to cancer this past summer.

on the day shern died, blue butterflies started appearing everywhere.

there was a blue butterfly hair pin kernie found by the bed and couldn't put away as she cleaned shern's room that afternoon. later on they all noticed a swirl of blue butterflies flying 'round and 'round shern's porch... fleeting blue "hellos" sent from shern to her family and kernie. and as kern went to leave that afternoon, a lone blue butterfly was waving to her from her windshield.

days later, a blue butterfly flew into kernie's house on the front of a card written by a sweet neighbor. (kern had not told her about the blue butterfly visitations.) and on the morning of the funeral, kern was telling one of their best highschool girlfriends about the butterflies. terry gasped and left the room returning with her outfit. "look, what i'm wearing today...," she cried. an irridescent blue butterfly pin shimmered on her dress.

kernie told me yesterday that she went out to shern's house deep in the woods by the river to help her two little girls get ready for their first motherless day of school. kernie hadn't said anything to them yet about their mother's blue butterflies.

"how are the girls?" i asked.

"they seem stunned," kernie answered. "but i think they're managing. oh,but curlin...something amazing happened. shern's daughter knew exactly what she wanted to wear on her first day and she had the outfit all laid out on her bed. she took me into her room to show me. oh curlin, her little shirt...right on the front...it had a big blue butterfly across it."

i wonder how many other people have lost loved ones who now speak to them in swoop of a mockingbird or in the rustle of a lizard on chartreuse sweet potato vine?

my mother, phoebe, speaks to me in dolphins. (and in gardenias, but that's a story for a different day.)

seven years ago, we scattered my mother's ashes in the surf off the island where my family has vacationed for the last 30 years. As we walked out of the surf, a pod of bottlenose dolphins suddenly appeared and began leaping and playing in the very same spot...as if to welcome my mother and guide her gently into the sea she loved so much. since then, on every family beach trip, i'll catch a glimmer of phoebeness in the surf. Or, here at home, a dolphin image will leap out of the smooth surface of an ordinary day. it's my mother's way of letting me know she's with me.

if my readers have similar stories, i'm hoping they'll share them here in the pippingtooth journal. if you have a story to share, click on the word, "comments" at the bottom of this entry.

oh, and next time you see a blue butterfly, if you think of it, will you say a little "hello, shern" just in case. i think she might be on a tour of beautiful gardens after the long hard year she's had.

Monday, September 06, 2004

let's see....

who's in...

my loverly...

pippingtooth garden...


how did i ever get this lucky???

Saturday, September 04, 2004

look what i found growing in my garden this morning...

sweet reed.

great week though deer threw big bash in the garden one night and clearly smoked all my bean seedlings. seems they are recovering. (the beans, i mean)

had a visit from a cardinal red dragonfly on the pomegranate bush yesterday. wish it would play pretend barrette in my hair for a day.

dig was here dougging away all day thurs and fri helping me plan for luke's birthday surprise. shhhhhhhh.

had lots of sweaty little boys running around the garden last night playing "around the world in 80 days." hurling themselves 'round and 'round at the end of the rope swing under the live oak. that live oak should have a great big whistle around its neck for all the games it referees.

have been busy in studio all morning. ooooooooooooooohhhhhh...fun things are dancing off the page.

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