It’s a drizzly Saturday morning. The locals are driving around with their lights on and their windows up. They don’t seem to be in any hurry. Stalwarts have made their way to the farmer’s market in their jeans and hooded jackets,….. cloth bags slung over their shoulders, laden with new crop apples, red chilis, striped squashes. Woodsmoke from the barbecued ribs and frying empanadas, making their tacit appeals. And the pavement, littered with tiny gold leaves, all wet and vaguely reflective. Cheerful conversations between dripping hoods and under black umbrellas, while their dogs look around with quiet disinterest, also dripping. Garlic braids with dried flowers, huge sunflowers lolling on their stems, bins and bins of squash and pumpkins, green and white striped, sagey, brilliant orange red against the doleful background. Then to coffee at Bucer’s….
I can’t deny that it’ll break my heart to leave here….if I ever do. Wish you were here.
8 Comments
October 5, 2008 at 9:55 am
What a beautiful mental picture you painted. Makes me wish I were there, too. I’m glad you’re blogging.
October 5, 2008 at 11:35 am
Thank, R in G.
October 6, 2008 at 4:30 am
Ah, Pasta, dearest Pasta,
You have such a way with words. Would that we could just throw our bags in the car and join you there for awhile. It does sound like the most delightful place on earth except for one thing. What’s better, to miss two people til it hurts or to miss twenty two people (granted maybe some of those people could come to visit once in a while). I know if you were to leave, you would cry for many things you’ve come to love. I even cried when we left Germany!
This computer seems to have erased my greeting(e.i. Pasta, dearest Pasta)
In closing: Your loving Granola
October 7, 2008 at 6:50 am
I’ve always wanted to visit the North West. Maybe someday we’ll pay you a visit
October 7, 2008 at 4:23 pm
I have always loved getting letters from you because of the gift you have in painting details of a thing upon my mind!
October 8, 2008 at 4:16 am
When will we have a book, Mom?
October 9, 2008 at 5:33 am
If we were all there at once, you would never have room or time for us all! I love the autumn season…
October 11, 2008 at 3:49 am
We’d FIND room! ;>)