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| On July 30th, we were pleased to receive a visit from Tony's Italian parents. The reunion became especially meaningful when we learned how avidly his mother had devoured certain American writers during her formative years. For her, the week's tour of Massachusetts had been the manifestation of a cherished life's dream - to see what she had so vividly and lovingly imagined. Together, our combined family made a pilgrimage to Amherst and the Emily Dickinson museum. Elvira's determination to learn English made it possible for her to appreciate much of the guided tour - a fact that pleasantly surprised her and made the rest of us all the more pleased to be part of her American adventure. Of course, we also took our own independent tour of the garden. Elvira was surprised it wasn't larger because of how lovingly and completely Ms. Dickinson described the space. I've been to these gardens many times, often under personally auspicious circumstances, but this was my first visit to the museum. I found it particularly thrilling to look at the reproductions of the herbarium pages. It was easy to imagine/feel her creating the originals in the same room where we stood contemplating this eternally mysterious Belle of Amherst. As always, we were pleased to incorporate a fortifying stop at the Black Sheep Deli. See the second page of 2005Harvest Ideas for some notes on how I chose, and prepared, the vegetable highlight of the evening's meal later that evening. |
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| I like the candid shot below a lot better than the image where Elvira and I pose dutifully in the center of the sculpture that's partially captured below. The sculpture portrays a kind of refined poetry slam dialogue between Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson. In this image, Elvira and I are engaged in our own dialogue. She's explaining she knows virtually nothing about the literary new england males, only our important women. I'm simultaneously expressing my deep affection for both Frost and Thoreau, old school feminist ideals notwithstanding. It was a great day with some truly wonderful people we're very pleased to know at closer range. Next stop: Firenze !!! |
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I enjoyed seeing so many healthy lilies in bloom. All of mine were devoured by the treacherous red lily beetle. They've tested my buddhist principles almost as much as that dreaded wandering Ronin friend of mine - Popillia japonica. And who among us can resist a beautifully blooming foxglove ... |