19 April 2014
Yesterday afternoon, Robert & I enjoyed a sunshiny outing. We've no stoop per se, so we borrowed someone else's. We sat on the steps in the shade of a tree (for an hour? two hours?) and we talked about where we should move next year, and about maybe picking up tennis this summer. He admired a bed of daffodils. And we talked about our dream house -- of porches and stoops, and a small backyard, of white walls, of wide windows, and archways, of nooks and crannies, of soft-spoken antiqueness, of history...of dark hardwood floors -- of tiny feet running across them.
And on the way home, we passed this building, which we stopped to admire for a few minutes. The heavy wooden doors, the golden pulls, stained glass, silver-painted radiator -- and the looming white columns, the sun-shaped light fixture. There's a patch of grass that runs around it -- perfect for lounging with a book on summer mornings. I had to look it up, the Perrenoud, when we got home. The building, in the Swallow Hill Historic District, was constructed in 1901 by three sisters -- Adele, Zelie, and R. Louise -- and in its heyday, the building functioned as a sort of private club -- on the lower level was a kitchen with a full time chef, a dining room, a ballroom, staffed laundry, maids and servants. The building still houses a birdcage elevator -- the last functioning one in Denver. I've a habit of getting all caught up in histories -- I like to hear people's stories, and I like to know the histories of places, of things, too. So there's a bit about the Perrenoud, and how we passed it on a warm Friday in April -- one busy with daydreams.
18 April 2014
and a special shot, just for my mother-in-law of the garden's flowers in bloom. she loved those bright colors.
the weekend before last, robbie + i ventured to salt lake city for general conference with robbie's parents, who are LDS. it was a whirlwind 48-hour trip -- and a great time. we loved seeing his parents, and his brother and wife + their little kiddos. i've have watched several of the conferences online, so it was neat to attend a session in person. and that mormon tabernacle choir is out of this world. completely angelic.
also: i've seen salt lake city's temple square a number of times now, but i gotta say -- she's never looked so pretty than flanked by cherry blossom trees in full bloom. it was rainy with sideswept winds, yes, but worth it to see those trees. maybe it's the inner virginian in me, but cherry blossom trees are everything. oh how i miss spring flowers! all the ones in our neighborhood were swiftly killed off by resurgent winter storms -- just trees and walls with crumpled, white-ish tissue paper looking things. breaks my spring-loving heart. take me where the cherry blossoms bloom, and my heart's forever yours.
17 April 2014
This is the kind of thing that happens in Colorado all. the. time. You're driving someplace, and you take a spontaneous turn just to see what's down there. And then you find yourself in a place like this. Colorado is full, full, full of goldmines i tell ya. That's how Robert + two friends + I found ourselves at this gem (harhar) of a place -- the Pikes Peak Rock Shop in Cascade, CO. (Look it up if you are ever in town -- just minutes from Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs!)
The shop is packed full of goodies -- rocks + minerals, Southwestern silver, and Native American crafted goods. We departed with a small dreamcatcher, and dingdingding! A Himalayan salt rock lamp! Which you might know I've been pining after. (I'll share more about the lamp later.)