pinkberry, jellyfish, interior design and the flower show
Ah! The joys of spring, and Pinkberry. I am always excited when my fam decides to "pop"down to Hot-lanta (and environs) for a visit. My Grandmother and Uncles live down there, and I have been heading down south for extended visits since before my pre-teens. I had a lovely trip recently with my mom and sis, and found myself enjoying the delights of fro-yo, sea turtles, and interior design. We stayed with my Uncle Jim, who lives in a part of Atlanta called "Buckhead". He and my Aunt Liz have designed and built their house, and it is hard to describe in one word. It is wonderfully, some would say; luxuriously, designed. Rich tapestries, paintings and other thoughtfully placed antiques are in every corner. The house always remains quiet and comforting somehow, staying there always feels like a retreat or spa vacation. This time, I was really inspired by the house's interior design, and became slightly obsessed with photographing it. Lounging with 70 degrees on the patio and a gin martini wasn't too shabby either. Thanks Uncle Jim and Aunt Liz!
We stayed for a spell, and than journeyed on to St. Simon's Island and the "Golden Isles". My sister and her husband got married there, and it was fun to retrace our steps and reminisce. The island is beautiful and resort like, while retaining a sense of the old south and a feeling of being in the tropics. This time, we went to Jekyll Island, which felt more rural and natural as much of the island is preserved and protected. We went to a beach called, "driftwood beach" where loggerhead turtle mommas come ashore to lay eggs. All of the trees were once the old standing oaks, and as the beach has eroded they die but are left standing, and over time I think they just drop.
This was a turtle print that had been left behind, so I am assuming there were some hatchlings buried in the sand! You can make out the flipper marks she had made.
There was also an exorbitant amount of jellyfish stranded at high tide. Not sure what type this one is, but he sure is pretty; a glowing, globular sea jewel.
Not only was I traipsing about the souther golden isles these last few months, I also got a chance to check out the Vermont Flower Show, (VFS)! The last time I had been to this event was about 4 years ago, and much has changed. The amount of time and work that goes into these installations is mind boggling. It was a treat to see and smell all the spring faves. Daffodils, hyacinth, blooming branches, and tulips were all the likely suspects.
Sometimes, the flower show can be a bit over the top, but still fun to see what all these talented individuals are creating with plants, flowers, earth, and water. My mom and I had a great time as well sampling local distilleries, and we may have gotten trapped in the "olive oil" section of the specialty food booths. Trouble.
All in all, a memorable March. Life is still slowly moving here at the barn farmhouse. My sage plant is liking all the long hours of sunlight, and the wood stove is still crackling. I made some amazing pickled/marinated black eyed peas the other weekend- tasty on a baked sweet potato with goat cheese, mmmmm. Outside, the ground is thawing, sap is running and syrup is being exalted. How are things in your neck of the woods?