Dear Nathaniel, I am microwaving pie that Mom bought up in Oak Glen this week on her way home from the orthodontist. As I put it in the microwave, I was full of sadness that I was not in Oak Glen with her. Why did I not go? I was working. I want to see the trees turn. I want to wander slowly through autumnal gift shops. Under the water, you cannot sense the approach of the seasons. Even here it is difficult because, after all, it's California. But I can still sense it. After three seasons in Illinois and one in Scotland, it must be with me for good. Or at least for a while. Because I am all abuzz with eagerness for fall and winter, for turkeys and dried leaves and Santa. I should start cooking again this fall. Fall foods are my favorite. Baked squash dripping with melted butter and brown sugar, pumpkin soup... this year, if I have enough money, I will put together a holiday dinner for my friends. And we will drink Scandinavian mulled wine, which is the most wonderful thing I have e...
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Can we please go to the Tate Gallery together?
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite paintings ever.
ReplyDeleteyes, we can go to the tate gallery, as long as you don't mind me standing in front of this (and a few other) painting(s) for about twenty minutes or more.
ReplyDeletei wanna go toooo :(
ReplyDeleteGroup trip! I'm sure we could get a discount.
ReplyDeleteWe will take our time, I promise. And no falling asleep like I almost did in Scotland...
that was totally justified. you walked how many miles into the city right after your flight? and those were really nice couches in that gallery, soft and round and red...
ReplyDeleteOnly 20 minutes? I could camp in front of this painting and just be awed and sad at the same time. So, see, I have to come, too.
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