Early spring in Los Angeles. The night air is luscious. Less fragrant now that the days are heating up more and the blossoms from my mystery trees are nearly spent, but sweet all the same. The current temperature is an even 60 degrees. The low will be 54 overnight. That means heaters are OFF and windows open for nighttime dreaming. Perfect. And if you wanted you could leave your house late at night in a cotton nightgown and putter down the street in your big ugly Reeboks. If you wanted. You could.
Mailart touchdown in London. On a Sunday no less.
I’ll be entering a child-free zone on next Tuesday for 6 weeks. More time for mailart then. And silence.
I’m unbridling all the baby horses and stepping out of the way. This horse wrangler is ready for some solitude.
A blaze of red geraniums in the front window boxes.
You may recall the POLICE STING that took place in my back patio in October. The man who came tumbling down the bluff in back and crashed into my Joseph’s Coat. Remember? Joseph is fine. I dunno what became of the other fellow.
Bedtime stories of late consist of brief biographical essays on my girl, LA. Savory reading for someone such as myself who is smitten with Los Angeles in all her light and shadow.
I love BRUTUS the sheep. In fact I love every single word BEDLAM FARM writes on this, one of my favorite blogs in the universe. The farm animals, barn cats, hospice dogs, every single last word and photo I DIG.
What great and wonderful packets and bundles! A feast for the eyes.
lovely – as always lovely – dreaming of open windows and fragrant nights…
xox – eb.
I just wanted you to know how much I love your blog. My Mom and I look all the time. She loves all the flowers because she’s a major gardener. I love the cats and the crafts. You really inspire me. I am an artist too. I am 12 and I have had a jewelry making business for 2 years. I just started a site on ETSY and a blog about my work. I’ll be checking back for more inspiration. Cambria
AHA! You were the one I saw running in a nightgown with REEBOK’s on!
ONE LOVE PHOTO says
How did you manage that..6 weeks! OH, I miss teaching and vacation BLISS after complete madness. I can’t wait to see what you come up with. I want that package on your post. Will have to check out the sheeps, Check out one of my favorites the:
http://ittybittykittycommittee.blogspot.com/ Love it!
Oh Mary Ann, your blog makes me smile so much. And seeing your journal pages is like magic in 2D. I just think it’s so long between now and July 1st when 1,000 Artist Journal Pages comes out. 3 months and 6 days. Too long. But, I’m sure it’s going to be worth the wait. Have fun on vacation dear!
Love, love, LOVE your photographs. Reading your blog is such a visual treat. You can stop torturing the rest of us with warm weather reports…I just got one that warns of low elevation snow and sleet in the Seattle area for the rest of the week. I think I’ll just go to bed (still flannel sheets) and pull the covers over my head!
I can just smell it now (well my remembering San Diego) enjoying your light and shadows and your musing your ‘envelopes’ are intriquing for me…
Stephen du Toit says
Thanks for the wonderful mail art – I keep untying it and looking through all the amazing bits and bobs you included. Still sorry you aren’t stopping in London on the way to Italy!
This is a dreamy time in L.A. before the big heat.
By the way, I took horticulture classes, if you have a picture of the mystery tree I can probably identify it.
Also: I don’t always comment but I read you everyday. Adding you to my link list is long overdue.
Envious, ENVIOUS, but Happy for U! that you will have 6 weeks! of sun, and relaxing and journaling….and travel??
Isn’t a 6 week vacation illegeal?? I won’t tell or anything, but you might go to jail for that.I leave on Tue. as well, but the chance of some hottie Italian boy/man serving me a lovely drink while I soak up the coastal sunset is highly unlikely. We will miss you. !!!
Ooo, I could join you on that silence. I’m in need right now.
Have a wonderful, inspiration break.
Joe Pike says
Okay, can we talk? What’s with the guy falling onto your coat? I didn’t hear about this! This is unacceptable, as SuperNanny would say. But the most troubling things is… SIX WEEKS?! What are we supposed to do, huh?! Or, are you going to be hooked up? And I mean that exactly the way you think I would.
I love my geraniums.
I don’t putter down the street in my reeboks at midnight, but I did make the mistake of taking a jacuzzi after dark, leaving the back door open in the 54 degree air, and when I came back, a moth was in the kitchen. I’m not saying it was big, but it had my dog in its mouth. Anyway, I ran shreaking past it because…IT HAS WINGS!, and slammed myself into the bedroom until my partner escorted the moth out with a broom. I’m sure it perched precariously on the edge of the broom, being so massive that the broom offered meager conveyance, but the point is, it’s now free to beat against the back door once again. We’ve replaced that pane several times already. But why did I call?
oh, yeah. SIX WEEKS?! You weren’t kidding about that trip?
This is disconcerting. And you know I prefer concerting things.
I sure wish I were blogging right now, but since I’m on a break, this comment section will have to suffice as venue for sharing my existential angst.