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 this spectacular evocative pile of art journal pages over here at the Joyously Becoming blog. I know you’re going to need to see them right away. Go HERE now.
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.