Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Much Obliged

Doesn't it look so happy having been carved up with a smile? Sightless eyes are worth the world. This jack o'lantern makes me smile in return. This is from Linda, the winner of the Limnerween give-away.

Who won't smile for a green Dudley Do-right, all cleft chinned and sportin' a carrot top curly mop? Susan said she inserts gift certs to Dairy Q for her young 'ins. Wish someone had given me some when I was young. I used to crave those parfaits. 

It's all about the Benjamins, as in the boxes Ben Franklin created a need for, back in the day. I like. It's also about the seven that look like six. It's about the red, white, true blue--Closed On Sunday post office. Thanks Pamela.

I keep returning to this photo. It's time to retire it to the Keeper Of All Mail box, but I finally figured out why I haven't put it away yet. It's because it makes me hungry.  It's tea for two just the way I like mine. That little tart makes my mouth water, the gloves make me smile, and those keys make me curious. The bell? Oh, surely it's meant to summon the waiter, to say, "More, please!"

Oh, my! Elle, What can I say? 
Absolutely nothing that beats, "Thank you."
And, oh yes, show you my find of the day:

Dear Elle, the monarchs are migrating. This one didn't make it. With sadness, I picked it up at the bank this morning. In the parking lot. I just know it lay there, waiting for me. 

I meant to give it to O-Bird as a welcome home gift, but the thought of the cleaners tossing it, turned me selfish, so I gave her a book and a can of Italian orange soda instead. The monarch rests inside the acrylic case my Mighty Mouse came in. Isn't it beautiful? I will try to immortalize it. If I fail, hopefully you will? Your stamps are beautiful enough to do it justice.

I couldn't resist showing both sides of the card this time. Blue calms. Turn it over and laugh hard. The best prescription that comes in mail form is mail. Thanks to the artist-sender-penner. Like my grandpa used to say when someone had done something meaningful for him: I am much obliged. And, so I am. I'd try to reciprocate if I had your address.

I like shots like this. 
They remind me of life. 
I often wonder what's at the top.
Do you have similar thoughts?
Lord knows I don't ever want have to slide or fall down those million steps! There have been times when I've felt like I have. Then I wake up.

Three bees and a bunny in a bonnet!
Surely she's as sweet as honey?
Eh, Tenzin?

This does something to my head. 
Makes me imagine her spread-
ing her arms
And they are
covered in butterflies.

Can you see the stunning headdress? Thanks Catherine, for such an awesome image.

Now do you see why it pays to be nuts on occasion?  I wish I could sca, post, and "muse" every piece of mail that comes my lucky way, but alas, my arm balks. I am truly much obliged,  just as much, or more than my grandpa.


  1. Once my husband had to walk home from the highway when the car broke down. As he was walking a Monarch butterfly was hit by a passing car and flipped end over end, landing at my husband's feet. It was injured but alive so he picked it up and it on his shirt where the butterfly remained until he made it home. Our oldest son was 4 at the time, and had that sense of wonder and unfettered faith that only a four year old is capable of. He was sure God had sent us the butterfly, so that we could give him a home and be his friend while he got better. I had no notion that a butterfly could survive having a wing mostly torn away from its body, but we put him in a box gave him a little dish with some sugar water and went to bed.
    I expected to find that the butterfly had passed during the night, but in the morning I found our son sitting in his room with the butterfly on his shoulder, telling him a story from his favorite book. Did I think to grab the camera??? no...sigh. To make a long story short the butterfly lived with us for a month or so, walking around the house at first, then miracle of miracles he began to flit around a bit, (slightly odd moment with a visiting neighbor during one test flight), Then one day we found him with his antennae pressed to the glass looking outside. It was time to see if he could make it airborne. We took him outside and he took off, he flew kind of like the Peanuts character Woodstock, but he was up and away, over the tree tops and out of sight. I kind of expected tears and sadness from our son, but when I looked at him I saw that he was smiling. He said "I knew he could do it!" Stuck his hands in his pockets and walked into the house!

  2. O, elle! Why'd you go and make me cry? :) What a wonderful story. Your son had faith, indeed. Kids believe. Sometimes parents learn from our children, don't we? More often than not, if we're paying attention. You have a good heart.

    I have my own amazing butterfly stories, but nothing tops this. So, I will let it stand, untouched by my own memories. Thank you. I'm much obliged.

  3. Oh, Elle...what an amazing story! Thank you.