The warm (again) weather certainly isn’t reinforcing the actual time of year for me. Tank top and shorts in mid-November.
But, reflecting back on all these months that have passed me by, I realize how grateful I am for this year that will leave me full of love.
I’ve seen the fury of love in my two-year-old niece (this is sometimes followed immediately by her fury of…fury), and the love of her parents, my sister and bro-in-law. And really my whole family – she just sort of draws love out of everyone…
I experienced the intense end-of-life love that built incredibly in the face of cancer.
And I’ve learned to appreciate that there’s an everyday love buried in the ups and downs, aggravations and conversations, phone calls and emails…
So this Thanksgiving I grateful for love in all of its forms, expected and not. Cheesy though that is, that’s where this year will leave me.
With ambitions of putting out two calendars this year, I am…half-way there. I’ve got one done! Check out my little 2011 Garden Calendar on Etsy. I’ve made the pictures tear-off note/post cards so you can use them when the month is done.
And, hey, I think some of these can count towards my 1,000,000 Leaves project too…double-duty crafts! How efficient.
Next up: zodiac calendar and Christmas cards!
Have your holiday crazies started yet??
I work on parking plans, calculate percentages of pervious surfaces, research building and zoning codes, calculate exiting capacities, determine required fire ratings, work out building programs, get caught up in the difference between the frame sizes in curtainwall versus storefront systems, respond to building permit comments, review shop drawings and answer RFIs.
The amount of time I spend actually drawing buildings takes up a surprisingly small percentage of my work day. So when I come home I like to draw imaginary buildings, or colorful houses, or fanciful gardens. It feels a little bit silly, and a little bit childish, but…then again…not really. It feels light and makes me feel a little bit fanciful myself.
I get a little break from the desk-ridden drudgery tomorrow. Early morning jobsite visit – I love buildings in the demo phase. It’s fun to see everything come apart before it comes together into a (sometimes fanciful, sometimes not so, but always very) real building.
(Cotton Candy Key West Houses)
You live for that brief crispness after a storm when it feels almost-cool on the breeze. There are brief flashes in your mind of a leaves changing color and feeling chilly in your Halloween costume. Then you realize fall barely happens here and that summer should be enjoyed in all its lingering glory.
I love those storms that don’t quite clear the air, too though, and that leave the afternoon warm and muggy (as opposed to hot and muggy). Call me crazy but I do enjoy the humidity…I don’t think I’d do well in the desert.
Walking down the sidewalk, you pass an overripe mango that fell to the ground and is perfuming the air with a musky tropical sugar smell. And you take your flip-flops off to walk through the puddles because, who wants to walk in wet shoes?
My thoughts have shifted over the years…I love how delicate, fragile, and thin azaleas are, and that they begin to droop so quickly. It makes their brief beauty much more powerful.
I saw an azalea shrub in a front yard – with hundreds of these gorgeous orangey-coral colored flowers - and the sun was in just such a position that each flower seemed to glow. The petals are so thin that the light came right through. The image is resonant with me.
About a month later I saw the same shrub and all the blooms were gone. But across the street were these,
which are my favorite azaleas ever. They are little ballerina love azaleas. And they too, will quickly be gone but their beauty is that much more for it.
I can’t tell you what a wonderful day it was.
And a tree that could house a whole city of fairies. And they could dance in the sun and the shadows.
Urban tree fairies…hmmm…I like that. There may be a story there.