After the Rain
I look out on my patio after a soft rain.
The birds won’t stop singing.
The geraniums are an impossible pink.
I want to swallow them, whole.
Every flower has a shine,
like a woman who has just been loved.
Her body glistens. She struts when she walks,
has time to be generous,
to spread that glow around a little.
by Penelope Barnes Thompson, from Deconstructing the Nest and Other Poems.
A perfect poem to read after a breakfast of pink geraniums. Love doesn’t come close to describing how I feel about this, the most ordinary of flowers: Pelargonium x hortorum. Zonal, Martha Washington, ivy, scented, fancy-leafed…I’ll take 3 or 4 of each please. In every shade of pink imaginable. My favorite are those round mop-headed ones with their shaggy manes of pink unraveling when you walk by.
I received mailart from Robin today. Pink mailart to match my geraniums! I like getting mailart more than I like eating Trader Joe’s BB Q pizza. And that means a lot. Robin & her husband Vinnie have Random Art Days. They leave art and books for people to find. I wish I lived near them, don’t you? I wonder if they wear disguises and duck down in their car and stake out the drop-off locations. I bet they do. They look like the type.
While I was zippity-doo-dahing around the blogosphere I ran across a spectacular evocative pile of art journal pages over here at the Joyously Becoming blog.
I also discovered Miss Moon Pie who is living over HERE in a fine daze of moon pie glory. I’m partial to the banana flavored ones myself. Well, when I was six I was. When my dad died we put moon pies on his altar at his funeral. He always did enjoy a crumbly sticky moonpie. Who in their right mind wouldn’t is what I want to know…? My point being that M.M.P. is off to a great start with her blog. What’s not to dig?
I’m adding both of those newly discovered jewels to my links.
Finally the mailart I sent to R.F.W. arrived safe and sound. I like it when that happens (which isn’t often). And way down there at the bottom are 2 pages I finished up today in my current visual journal. And that, my friends, is all she wrote for Monday.
p.s. Do yourself a favor and go HERE to listen watch this video featuring lyrics about the 101 Coffeeshop where I had breakfast on Saturday. You’ll be glad you did. Really glad. When his album comes out I’ll be first in line.
You have pretty flowers on photos, and the poem is beautiful! I’ve got geraniums on my balcony too 🙂
My dad was partial to ice cream. My brother and I were standing and weeping at the graveside during my wonderful (really, really wonderful) dad’s funeral at Forest Lawn. A Good Humor truck drove down the street below the hilltop where we were standing. My brother leaned over and whispered to me “they are playing dad’s song”. Dad would have loved that remark. Great dad and great brother.
I do so love your blog!
wonderful and original blog you’ve created! now i long to have pink geraniums for breakfast!
thank you for recommending my blog in your writing, i’ve added yours to my links as well. some of my fondest childhood memories are eating the forbidden moon pies, banana was my favorite. i had a friend whose mom used to get the great big boxes of them. although i begged and begged, my mom refused to buy them – i had to eat her home-made cookies instead! look forward to coming back often.
Excellent post! Mailart is the best mail! Sure beats the heck out of getting bills! I have heard of this Trader Joes before by a good friend of mine.
Is she the Robin McDaniels that lives in AZ?? I must meet her! 🙂
And this Trader Joe’s BBQ Chicken Pizza: is it in the frozen aisle? I’ve looked for it cause I’m curious…would like to try!
Your pages look awesome, as always!
I like your disguise today ;o) Glad you got the mail art. Our sidewalk chalk poetry was foiled last Saturday by rain so we wrote random letters that we will leave snuggly in the pages of library books next weekend. Can’t everyone use a nice letter? We wished you lived near us too!