Saturday, July 26, 2014

Flowers with Jackie



“Earth’s crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God; but only he who sees takes off his shoes; the rest sit around and pluck blackberries.” 
—Elizabeth Barrett Browning

One of my first friends in Georgia was Jackie Gibson.  At the time we met she was still single (Rich entered the picture a year or so later) and we would go  on little day trips, usually at her instigation.  Jackie is a gardener and, while I am not, she knew that I was always willing to go with her to visit lovely places.

  She invited me to attend the Atlanta Garden Show, a tour of personal gardens mostly in the Decatur area.  We enjoyed the day, but it was a lot of driving and walking to see gardens that were less than spectacular.  

She was a member of the Atlanta Botanical Gardens and invited me as her guest to tour.  Rich assured me I would be doing him a favor to accompany her (thereby freeing him to do his own thing).  Never having been to this venue I enjoyed it thoroughly with an expert guide to tell me all about the various varieties of flowers and plants.

One spring a friend from Black Mountain, NC came to visit on the weekend of our annual church gala, St. Julian’s Idol.  Seated next to Jackie, my friend Geri began to describe a festive weekend “Art in Bloom” held every June in Black Mountain.  Jackie immediately said “I want to go; Donette, let’s do it.”  And so we did.  Geri arranged for us to stay in the guest apartment at their retirement community.  Our weekend included garden tours, a luncheon and a delightful theater production.   My favorite event was the art show in which each painting was interpreted with a floral design by one of the local members. At a  tea party/fashion show we enjoyed “delectables” and tea served from handmade pottery tea pots.  

After tea was served we were treated to a style show of “wearable art.”  Every garment was made from natural fibers, handwoven, knitted, silk screened by local fiber artists.  One unique item was a raincoat made from recycled billboard posters.  Jackie found an elegant patchwork coat, full length and woven from variegated turquoise yarn.  She knew that Rich would love for her to buy this as an early Christmas present.  

It was a memorable weekend and the time when I began to realize that my friend Jackie was totally spontaneous.  I loved being included in her adventures.

Having told Jackie and Rich about Highlands, NC, from my years with a vacation home there, they had also grown to love that area.  One day Jackie called to say, “How would you like to go with me tomorrow to look at dahlias?”  “Sure,” I said.  “Where are we going?”  She answered “Cashiers” (in North Carolina)  Surprised that she wanted to make such a trip in one day, I agreed to go.  We stopped in Highlands for lunch in the courtyard at the Old Edwards Inn, then drove the next 10 miles to see the dahlias that grow in abundance at a nursery right on the main highway.  While she inspected every variety of dahlia to determine which would be appropriate for her garden, I sat on the porch and sketched the flowers from that shady spot.



She has certainly inspired me to learn and experiment more with flowers than I had done in the past.  Although she and Rich moved to Indiana last year, when they came back for her son’s wedding in May this year, my opportunity to see them came in the form of an invitation to visit a botanical garden.  We drove to Ballground, GA and then 10 more miles through the countryside to Gibbs Gardens, an exquisitely landscaped private garden developed over the last thirty years by Jim Gibbs.  From the website, the description of the gardens captures the essence of what we saw:


In northeast Cherokee County, Georgia, capturing a view of the north Georgia mountains, the gardens are composed of 16 gardens, including a Japanese Garden, a Waterlily Garden and the Manor House Garden.  Flowing through the middle of the valley is a beautiful stream intersected by hundreds of springs.  The springs are surrounded by millions of naturalized ferns.  Native azaleas, dogwoods and mountain laurels area scattered throughout.  Gibbs designed 24 ponds, 32 bridge crossings and 19 waterfalls.  The numerous garden rooms are planted with hundreds of varieties of plants and flowers.  The entire property is 292 acres, of which 220 make up the house and gardens.  It is one of largest residential estate gardens in the nation.

The elegance and beauty of this place was truly memorable.  I would have probably never heard of it or had a chance to see it, if not for my flower friend, Jackie and her charming husband, Rich.  They have enhanced my love of beauty.





Monday, July 21, 2014

Beaches in July



“We do not quit playing because we grow old; we grow old because we quit playing.”
                                                                                 --Oliver Wendell Holmes

In the summer of 2008 all 29 members of the Dunaway family, children and grandchildren of W.A. and Deloris, gathered at Lake Louisa near Clermont, FL, for a long weekend reunion.  We had four houses along the waterfront on either side of Larry and Sue’s lake house. It was an ideal setup, allowing the children complete freedom to scamper from one house to the other, while adults rocked on the screened porches. 

Because of severe drought the water level was very, very low.  Larry had to drag his boat across sand to get it launched.  But because the water along the shore was only 1 foot deep, the children could safely play while adults visited in beach chairs.  


Each day one of the family groups hosted the evening meal and afterward we played “intergenerational” games such as “Catch Phrase”.  Playing games with adults in the family has always been a favorite memory of my daughters and we loved sharing that experience with the next generation.

Because my grandson Zach turned 5 on July 20 we invited everyone to his birthday party on  Saturday afternoon, We had a piƱata, balloons, and  pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey.  It was such a big hit that Zach requested another party at the lake the next year.














      One of the most talented members of our family is Larry and Sue’s grandson, Liam, who was 17 at the time of the reunion.  With his ever-present camera, he documented the entire event, even taking family group portraits, organizing everyone and managing it all in 20 minutes.  He was able to set up  time delay to get in the center of the picture just beneath his parents, Beth and Will.



This trip to Florida dovetailed nicely with the Jekyll Island Wretreat that was in progress when I arrived on Sunday.  [The spelling of Wretreat is not accidental, as this group of MUW alums had been labeled “renegades” by the administration of our university.   Turning it to our advantage by adding the W, we became the Wrens, and this group of loyal dissenters has continued to bond in the years since the debacle which began when our alumni association was disaffiliated from the university.  Happily, since new brooms sweep clean, the current administration has seen the value of having a united alumni body and we are once again back in favor at our beloved alma mater.]   But I digress.

The idea began to circulate on our listserve that we could congregate on the coast of Georgia to get to know each other better, and in some cases, to meet for the first time.   That was also the week of my birthday and the highlight for me was the surprise party with a large basket of Creative Memories scrapbooking supplies.  I was able to preserve my memories from the summer in the scrapbooks that I received.

During our week together I had lots of time to sketch and the location is perfect for that pastime.  Here are a few of the scenes that I captured: 




Gargoyles on Faith Chapel and interesting palms behind the Jekyll Island Club














On a day trip to St. Simon’s Island, I recorded this view of  the historic lighthouse.




I sat in the crook of a low-hanging limb while I painted these old oaks 
















Close to the King Street bridge is a huge tangled clump of wax myrtles atop the dunes.


The weather at the beach was perfect for painting on the morning of my 73rd birthday.