Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Newlyweds In The Desert

{And What We Did Instead of Hunting Rabbits}

Real life got in the way of blogging for the past five days. The cowgirl bride and her betrothed arrived at our desert house some three thousand miles into their honeymoon road trip armed with jars of homemade pickles, a stack of antique cookbooks and three broken cameras.

About one of those broken cameras in particular: it belonged to the cowgirl bride's Grandpa Hod, who was a small-town newspaper reporter in Wyoming back in the day. No one can remember him without this camera slung around his neck and a reporter's notebook tucked into his breast pocket.

Grandpa Hod was kept in line by his piss-and-vinegar wife, who bequeathed her tiny, shiny dancing boots to her granddaughter, who wore them on her wedding day just three short months ago.

On Saturday morning the four of us set out to explore a wash where the wildflowers are best; clumps of Mojave asters shone here and there like caches of amethyst hidden by some desert troll.

There was a long discussion about the feasibility of the girls shooting rabbits with a Mongolian bow and its accompanying arrows meant for Siberian wolves, and whether or not the boys would skin and cook said rabbits on the grill. Some of us thought this was a great idea so long as the neighbors didn't call the police when they spotted two girls trespassing around the desert wielding with a five-foot bow, but somehow the weekend slipped by without the shooting, skinning, or grilling of bunnies, which is probably for the best. It might have been like the time I killed a grouse in Montana; although it was delicious sauteed in herbs and butter I felt rather sad about the whole thing for weeks.

The weekend did, however, include the discovery of a thicket of rare mariposa lilies, that unicorn of desert flora that I've been hunting for the past two years and that I was starting to believe didn't actually exist. Their discovery was, as P. says, a Peak Life Experience.

Between desert excursions we grilled, sauteed, baked, and broiled and my, did we *eat.* We went through five pounds of strawberries in four days.

But the carriage must turn back into a pumpkin at some point. At 4am this morning P. left for a ten-day trip for work. And after breakfast the cowgirl bride and her groom hit the road (and not without tears on the part of yours truly). The fridge is full of leftovers. The recycling is full of bottles. And the house is full of quiet. But there's little time for husband-missing, ya-ya-leaving, post-weekend blues; there are a dozen paintings to be framed for Saturday's show. And tonight when I come home to an empty house there will be a bath to be drawn and an empty side of the bed to be filled by two recently-bathed, very devoted mongrels. And that's not the worst thing in the world.


  1. Looks like a delightful visit!

  2. Sounds like the perfect weekend.

    And how better to fuel a work frenzy than a fridge full of leftovers? I think I actually enjoy leftovers more than the meal the first time around.

  3. i loved hearing about your time! i am so glad you got to see the lily lily( oh man that was a lame attempt). strawberries and magoes i see!

  4. What a fun time! Love your photographs.

  5. Wonderful weekend you had...
    Now the show awaits you!!!!
    Wish you the best Lilly!!!!

  6. BTW..
    What is the name of that Grandpa Beautiful Camera...
    It certainly looks like something I would love to put my hands on...

  7. Those lilies are somethin.

  8. what a lovely weekend!! i really truly must come down to the desert to visit you, P., those mongrels, and the mariposa. i was showing your paintings to ceej and he is dying for a visit too...he wants to paint with you and i could have the both of you show me, skilled as i am, a thing or two ;)

  9. The next time you get the itch to shoot bunnies with a bow, I invite you to mi casa, where the wittle wascals have eaten down my beloved GLOBE MALLOW, that you will recall I spent one whole summer acquiring!!!!


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