Friday, April 27, 2012

April

spring windows I, 2012

This time last year I was noticing lace curtains, finding it odd that they dressed so many urban windows.  I'd always imagined lace curtains in the country, but eyelet or calico would probably me more likely.  Calico, as we use it in the United States, the small floral print.  The print of cotton pajamas I wore in the summer, when I was a little girl.  There was rhubarb.  And there was the book of Wisteria I wanted to make, a map showing all the publicly visible spaces in San Francisco it grew.  Wisteria always leads me to Enchanted April, so it is fitting that it was and is April.  Conception of an idea is often more beautiful than implementation.  On April 10th Chris gave me daffodils wrapped in brown paper.  I thought about Alice, and wondered if the depths of darkness were better than the depths of anything else.  I wondered why so many thoughts were formed as snippets.  The second priority was fighting for first.  I searched for patterns, but found none I desired.  A section of April 6th proved to be as special as the blue hour and the moments preceding sunrise.  I ate Stilton.  There were butterfly cookies.  And some days were simply forgotten. 

This April has been different, although there were daffodils, and rhubarb.  On April 24th I saw a middle aged man with Tevas and a wide grin heading up a hill.  He was carrying a slim cellophane package of white cheese and one red onion, both in the same hand.  There was something very likable about him, and for now, he overshadows the rest.

18 comments:

  1. isn't that so? i wish i could put all my concepts on the compost heap and have it turn into new earth, a bit of everything in it, but just plain new stuff. gosh, i feel the need for that.

    i've been reading snippets on your bloggy, and am a little out of it, frankly. are you okay though, yeah?

    love,n♥

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    1. Hi, n. I'm on the mend... Improving each day.

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  2. What a lovely and intriguing piece, an evocative haze with highlighted details.

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  3. From lace curtains to red onions. These moments do make a life don't they?

    In April I wanted to fill bags with unworn clothing and take it to the GoodWill.

    I did and now have more breathing room.

    I still have all my random thoughts hanging about though.

    xo Jane

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    1. I have both, Jane. A visit to Goodwill is on the spring agenda. The random thoughts continue to multiply like bunnies.

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  4. I find it intriguing that some people we happen upon make an impression,for whatever reason, and stay with us for a while. :)

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    1. I too am intrigued. Some just feel extra special. It's difficult to define.

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  5. 'conception of an idea is often more beautiful than implementation.' why it makes me so happy to hear that expressed I can't say but it does. such lovely, evocative writing. I hope the latter days of april bring you closer to healing.

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    1. I'm happy to make you happy and my healing is going well. Of course, I'd love to be skipping about, but it is more of a slow and steady healing. I'm just glad all is moving along in the right direction.

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  6. I like the way you've combined your random snippets into a narrative here, it just flowed naturally.

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  7. I like the idea of taking the time to reflect on the impressions of the month.

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  8. I like your recollection of passing moments in April... It reminds me of quietly watching the seasons change ... the forget-me-nots are in full swing, and the queen anne's lace is just starting to line the road... X

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    1. I like the way you think, Janis. Ah, Queen Anne's Lace, I've always been a fan.

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  9. Yes, sometimes my thoughts are like that, sliding through my fingers like water. Days can be like this and when I am diligent enough to write down the slippery, half-formed ideas and activities, they drift about the page, bumping into the edges and trickling down the sides.

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  10. That is quite a comment, Rachael. What a beautiful description.

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