Friday, May 11, 2012

Mr. G and Me, a cottage, some roses and a glass!

I've been trying to find time to post all week and am just now doing it.  My how the time does fly!  Last Friday (yes, it's been a whole week!) Mr. G stopped by for a visit to the downtown studio.  He was on his way to Jonesboro where he was showing some of his quilts over the weekend and giving a lecture on Monday evening.  Now, I know Mr. G.  I KNOW he stopped at every available flea market on the way there AND on the way back.  More about that later.

As I said, he stopped by the studio for a short visit.  His visits are always fun.  Those of you who read this blog regularly know that Mr. G, my best 'old' friend,  is an art teacher and loves flea markets.  And, you know that I am not an art teacher, but also love flea markets.  We've spent a lot of time over the last fifteen or sixteen years (we can never remember) shopping, quilting, going to quilt shows, attending quilt guild events and such, visiting flea markets and, in general, just having a great time.  We are kindred spirits.  So, last Friday was no different...we laughed a lot and enjoyed the visit.  In the above photo...he is talking on his cell phone to our 'new' best friend, Brian...in Indianapolis.

After he left, and I came back home, I decided to take the old navy man down the street to see the wild roses.  Well, we call them wild roses...as we see them often at old houses and on fence rows 'way out in the country.  These are in the city limits, on the edge of town out toward the airport.  The old navy man LOVES wild roses and I had noticed the day before there were thousands of them down the street from our house at what I call the 'abandoned cottage.'  We practically live on the edge of town and about a quarter mile, or a little less, down our street, back in the trees, sits this little 'cottage.'  I've never actually known it to be lived in.  So, down the street we went and I took along my camera.

The little cottage is falling into ruin.  When I leave town to drive to Beebe, or to Little Rock, I have to pass the little place and I always have to say a few kind words to it.  It looks so lonesome.  And, it speaks to me too.  At this time of year, there are wild roses growing on the fences and up into the trees.  I think this year there is a record number of roses.  So, the old navy man got a real kick out of seeing them and he was happy when I got out of the car to walk down the street to take several photos of the fence rows and the roses.  (It doesn't take much to please us in these days of our 'old age.')  I managed to pick a few of the pretty things to take home.  (Several years ago, he drove out to the country and actually dug up a wild rose or two.  We never could get them to grow however.  So, photos will do almost as well.)  I hope you enjoy these as much as I did taking the photos.  Click to enlarge...I think they are divine!!














Then, to tie Mr. G's visit in with the roses....well, there's a photo of the tiny little glass he brought me from his flea market visits that day.  Two tiny wild roses  in a sweet little green glass.  The old navy man thought they were  beautiful together.  Me too.  So, thank you,  Mr. G. - it was good to see you and now you know how I put your glass to use right away.  It was a good day!  take care out there, pat

5 comments:

Carol- Beads and Birds said...

Great post! Those roses come on my monitor theee most beautiful shade of pink. I used to have a rose garden before I went to work years ago when I had the time to tend them properly. I have been thinking about adding a couple of bushes to the pond area this year. Your little green glass is the perfect tiny vase.
Have a great weekend.

Sherry said...

Great picture of two of my bestest friends!!! And, the roses brought back wonderful memories of my mom, mom-in-law and me digging up wild roses from a ditch bank. We each planted some but they lasted only a season or two. I guess they're just meant to be wild. So glad to see y'all smiling and having a happy day.

Julie Fukuda said...

I had seen by Mr. G's post that he enjoyed the visit as much as you.
My dad was a rosarian so I grew up in one of the most beautiful rose gardens in Ohio. One of my daughters caught the "rose bug" so I still enjoy her garden and usually volunteer in the public garden when visiting her.

The Feathered Nest said...

Pat....you are so precious! Thanks so much for your sweet comment on my blog ~ and ohmygoodness, I LOVE ROSES SO! Your pics are gorgeous of all the roses around and what a wonderful thing for you to spend time with your best bud! Sending you hugs and love, Dawn

vicki said...

Hi Pat- such a nice story about your friend. Your flowers are stunning-- the photos are amazing. Ohhh that cottage- I think I'd be there with my camera for every season!

Happy Mothers Day!
Vicki

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