Hello!
If we’re talking about stuff that’s worthy of our time, we’ve got to start with summer, right? Cynthia and I are both sun lovers right down to our bones. The other day she sent me a pic of the orange roses blooming in her back yard and they just made me happy to be alive. They’re everything that’s right about summer!
Having shivered my way through most of the spring in MN, I arrived back in AZ just in time for the first real heat of the year. I’m not a very smart snow bird—I often seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. But I did manage to spend my bday in MN with my kids, and I got some swell gifts, including my favorite new cross. My daughter knows me well!
Being there a bit earlier than usual also meant I got to attend the opening of another daughter’s art show, and I bought myself a gift—one of her drawings I’m just crazy about:
It’s framed and hanging in my front hall now, having landed there with a message for me, but I’m still working out exactly what that is. There’s something about the absurd precarity … or maybe it’s the unease of the abandoned house? Anyway, this image and I have struck up a conversation. The minute I saw it, I knew it belonged to me!
I like art that asks questions.
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