Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Cowboy Junkies and other things ...

We were almost asleep when he came home and called to us. The night was blue in a full moon shining on the lemon tree in the back garden. Eye-rubbing we stumbled through into the kitchen in our pyjamas, where he sat us down and put the tape in. It couldn't wait till morning he said. Soft strains of music filled the house and floated out into the nightime. We sat there in the dark on the cold stone step, listening. The house settled in and paid attention. We did not talk, there was no need.

Years ago at university that's how i heard the Cowboy Junkies for the first time - one late night in Grahamstown. I have loved them ever since and so when i heard they were coming to Tarrytown, not far from where i live, how could i not go. It might be 20 years on (how is that possible) but the music was just as beautiful and by myself in the jeans-and-brown-toed-boot-tapping crowd, cups of beer balanced on knees around me, i was taken back to that time so long ago. So many memories, that voice, those lyrics. A lovely night.

Sweet Jane


Aside from that things have been a little on the side of quiet. A birthday party, a parade, playdates and friends. Finally we got to visit the Natural History museum (above) .. i loved the hall with shells and ferns and mushrooms the most. Beautiful displays. A few shop windows have been done. A few too many blogs have been read and not enough writing has been done. A few days of wondering what i'm doing exactly. No painting. Not one bit. Just not much free time. Friends who were just friends all those years ago and now they are winning awards and living in fancy houses and doing amazing things. Making all my insecurities jump around noisily so i take notice.

Tomorrow we head down to Virginia for some family time over Easter ... a long road and i have my music ready. Eggs have been hollowed out read for painting and for the Easter Bunny to do his magic.


Around here we are waiting with bated breath for spring to surprise us. There are the tiniest hints of buds on the trees and small tendrils of green uncurling in the damp soil. We are dreaming of warm days and being outside, of new gardens to plant and maybe even a new house to call home. Fingers are crossed. I will keep you updated. 








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