National Letter Writing Month Letter No.4

Here is the latest installment of NLWM. Letter No. 4 ready to post!

Just because

The first one made me nostalgic...

Southern California

I know that Los Angeles has a bad reputation. Every time I told somebody in Eugene, Oregon that I was moving to Los Angeles, they would get a sad look on their faces and let out a heavy sigh...

I found myself defending my choice, but meekly. The first year I lived here, my new acquaintances began to refer to Eugene as "Camelot." I suppose that is really how I felt. It took several years to love Los Angeles, and now I do. I really do. I am so grateful for my time in this land of sun and shore and mountain and desert, warm winters and sweltering summers.

And there are days like this.... Days filled with tree ripened citrus, busy bees and borage, new sprouts and mild weather...these are days I cherish.

City of Angels, sometimes you are soooo yummy, I could eat you with a spoon!

Oh, how I love thee...

Late Night Musings Require Ms. Oliver

Mockingbirds

This morning

two mockingbirds

in the green field

were spinning and tossing

the white ribbons

of their songs

into the air.

I had nothing

better to do

than listen.

I mean this

seriously.

In Greece,

a long time ago,

an old couple

opened their door

to two strangers

who were,

it soon appeared,

not men at all,

but gods.

It is my favorite story--

how the old couple

had almost nothing to give

but their willingness

to be attentive--

but for this alone

the gods loved them

and blessed them--

when they rose

out of their mortal bodies,

like a million particles of water

from a fountain,

the light

swept into all the corners

of the cottage,

and the old couple,

shaken with understanding,

bowed down--

but still they asked for nothing

but the difficult life

which they had already.

And the gods smiled, as they vanished,

clapping their great wings.

Wherever it was

I was supposed to be

this morning--

whatever it was I said

I would be doing--

I was standing

at the edge of the field--

I was hurrying

through my own soul,

opening its dark doors--

I was leaning out;

I was listening.

-Mary Oliver

Remember...

The Rainbows are there, even when we can't see them. It requires a little rain to fall, in order to see the hope.

Quick, Rain, fall. I really need to see the rainbow. Thank you.

National Letter Writing Month

Here is installment Number II. The first letter was written on some Art Deco Stationery I found at the thrift store. I have been saving it for the right occasion, this was it. This letter found it's beginnings on a page torn out of an Anthropologie catalog. I also fashioned the envelope from the cover page. If I had really been thinking, I would have folded so that my address would be in the place where a return address would sit. Alas, I was impulsive. With a little double stick tape and an old fashioned mailing label(with the FOULEST tasting glue known to man) we were set to post the latest letter! Off To Florida with you! Xo.

Pen Pal

I am taking part in this fun project with Apron Thrift Girl for National Letter Writing Month. I live in the lovely City of Angels, my pen-pal lives all the way in Florida. Here is the first installment. Don't peek, Vanessa.

She's Here

After many threats of a good spring rain shower, she finally appears. The light outside the cottage is muted and silver, the ever comforting sound of rain meeting the earth dances near my ears and heart. They delight in each other's company, a joyful embrace, followed by a big juicy kiss. Splash.

My Boy...

...never lets me take his photo, and he's so cute. Makes me mad. Also, he has perfect pitch, sings like a lark, but won't. Oh the lessons this one has taught me. But yesterday, the light was good, the pup was calm and the boy even looked at the camera...I didn't push my luck, but managed to get a few good shots. Happy Spring!