Thursday, February 7, 2013
If you tune in to this blog, you may have realized that I have been AWOL for a few days. I went to visit my older daughter in New York. We took in a couple of plays (one delightful; the other put me to sleep almost immediately) and went to the David Letterman show. During the day, while my daughter was at work, I roamed around Manhattan. By the end of the three days, I had lost all perspective and was ready to rob a bank. While most of the world is wanting food to eat or medicine to take or a stable roof overhead, I was coveting ridiculously expensive clothing in windows. I'm not usually like that, I promise. New York does that to me.
On this visit, I did have a specific goal. I was determined to find a pair of knee high black boots like every other female in Manhattan had on. I went into store after store. I must have looked at hundreds of boots. Every one had something wrong - too many buckles or a zipper that was in the wrong place.
Finally, I looked in a store window in Brooklyn. I couldn't believe it. There they were - very plain, just the right height. I went in with my heart pounding, hoping for the right size. They had them! I tried the pair on, and they were perfect. The salesperson told me I was in luck. They were on sale.
It all seemed too good to be true, and it was. The reduced price was $1,200. Obviously, I walked out, very deflated.
But here I am at home, with my materialism taking a different tack. Now that my mind is back on gardens, I'm wishing for some stonework. I took this photograph in Louise Poer's Atlanta garden when the pillar (one of a pair) was brand new. The gate she had had for some years. Louise is a dog (and cat) lover, thus the bell holder (there must be a better, more picturesque word for this).
I did manage to have the same person build two identical stone columns at the farm. They look like they've been there forever. He knows exactly which color of grout looks best and has a keen sense of the proportion of grout to stone.
I have the leftover stone here at my house, but it will be a while before I can have something made. I saw a picture of a tunnel of arches at a house in Provence that would be just right. But, right now, I might as well wish for ten pairs of $1,200 boots. I'd have to have a lot more stone to make even an abbreviated tunnel on the side of my house.
Still, I can picture it covered in star jasmine with some clematis worked in. At one end, there might be enough sun for a climbing rose. That's what's good about gardens. There's always something to wish for that's more fun and sometimes more permanent than a pair of black boots. Who knows if I'll ever have what I dream of. Right now, oddly enough, I'm actually quite content just looking at the pile of stones that seems to hold so much promise.