When I’m not herding monkeys and slipping on banana peels I’m back here.
2 years ago on a rainy spring day in Amalfi, Italy I rummaged through tiles in a small shop searching for just the right letters to spell, Moss Cottage. I waited while each tile was wrapped in tissue by the old patient store owner. Then I toted them through the damp labyrinth of streets all the way back to my suitcase. Along with a new blue tile border, those tiles I carried back in my little suitcase across an ocean blue, and an entire continent…have made it onto the wall of my new courtyard-esque patio.
Until I get a better shot you can click twice on the photo above to see those tiles a bit closer. The back bluff is a wild outpost. Best to leave some parts of the garden untamed.
I also carried back an old pinkish file folder I found in a box next to a dumpster one night. I told that story before. I am wont to repeat myself. Don’t hold it against me.
Exhibit numero tres: giant thick file folder/portfolios I found in the
trash while out on a moonlit walk one night in Praiano, Italy. I
carefully extracted them from their tattered cardboard box and hauled
them all the way to dinner, then home, then back across the Atlantic.
Future journal or mailart fodder.
I didn’t know at the time that the pink folder would lead to the Lisbon travel journal for my sister or that that journal would eventually turn into the inspiration for my REMAINS OF THE DAY class. Nope. Didn’t know any of that. I was just looking in the trash. Who knows where the green folder will lead…
Maybe I’ll think of an idea tonight by the fire.
Or while staring deeply into my latest hibiscus blooms. Psssst… come here Gator Pride. I’ve got a secret that only you can hear.
Creme de Cocoa.
And Suede Bottons. My pretty brown girls. I’m leaving them in their pots until I make sure they’re happy.