Details of a Life
Today is my last day in Marcola, in the Mohawk River Valley east of Eugene. Ayala took off last Monday to sit with her mother in final transition. Richard is out repairing someone's floor. As I pack up, I am noticing the small things about their magic cottage. The creativity of my friends astonishes me, and, judging by the emails I receive, others are similarly moved. Here is another tour:
Woodblock print in the outbuilding where I have been sleeping
Candleabra, also in the guest room, on
a handcrafted shelf
Handcarved garden sculpture by Richard Nosiglia
Hand carved plaque on the front door
Antique wood heater with handset tile
In Ayala's fabric room and closet,
Door chime in Ayala's sewing room.
Skeins of handspun, hand-dyed yarn
Floral felt seat cover for a kitchen chair
Beautifully detailed window in the bathroom
Watermelon step stool
Spinning corn husk doll
I also had to bid adieu to Pinky, a cantankerous purebred Angora rabbit with whom I had become friends over the past two weeks, principally by pushing lovage and comfrey leaves into her cage whenever I passed, which was often, since she lived right outside the room where I slept. The other rabbits seem contented with their lot, but Pinky wants more. I had to admire her spirit. On the last day, she let me pet her forehead, which is a place rabbits love to be touched.