Home Again, Again....

Lupines are blooming.
I've been home two weeks now. Fortunately, the weather has been bright and sunny. After three months of vivid blue skies and brilliant trees and bushes, I'm enjoying our West Coast late spring.
May flowers are my favourites. I love the blues and purples of lupines and lilacs. The extravagant blooms of the peonies...
one of our peonies
Reading groups are still in session. I just finished Hillbilly Elegy by J.D. Vance, whose family left a mining community in Kentucky to work in the factories of Ohio. The family migrated with the "hillbilly" values and family structure of their Appalachian home. Vance describes the struggles and disappointments experienced by many of his family:broken relationships, alcoholism and drug addiction while stressing that there were other family members who made different life choices and made a successful transition to a more prosperous middle class life.

I've just started a novel, The Midwife of Hope River by Patricia Harman. Coincidentally, it is also set in Appalachia. It was recommended by Leslie at The Hostess of the Humble Bungalow whose taste in books is similar to mine. I'm sure that I will enjoy it.

Monsieur and I have been volunteer gardeners in our apartment complex. Our apartment is situated
on acres of grounds which are mostly maintained by a professional gardening service but individual areas can be adapted. We buy our own plants and try to create bright and original spaces. As I work in the parking lot, unfamiliar neighbours stop and speak to me. Parking lot gardening may be a way of building neighbourhood connections.

I miss Oaxaca. I miss walking outside my gate and seeing such colour and diversity. We are quite car dependent in my neighbourhood but I have been walking and visiting with friends at our local coffee shop. Our nights are quiet without fireworks, dogs, music and....  At home,we leave the neighbourhood for our entertainment so our evenings are silent.  I miss the sound of the accordion beggar lady with her niños. I always gave her a few pesos. As I have few travel plans for a while, I shall continue to search for and appreciate colour in my local neighbourhood.

I miss the colours of the huipiles sold just down the street.


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