Well, that was the sunset last night. I imagine it looks something like that now on the dock in Roseland over the Sebastian River but we are not there to see it. We are home.
Mr. Moon got up before I did this morning to go back out to the dock to fish a little. He has been so thrilled to discover that indeed, there are fish in the Sebastian River and that he just needed to use live shrimp instead of artificial bait to catch them. In the last two days we were there he caught several Mangrove Snappers, a Black Drum, a Red Drum, a Sheepshead, a Snook, and a catfish.
They were all juveniles and they were all returned to the river to grow up and have another chance at life.
We went to a little museum a few days ago and we got there right before they closed but they let us wander around for those twenty minutes or so and there was a display about the Ais Indians who were the Indigenous People who were living in this area when the Europeans arrived. One of the things I read was from a journal of one of those men who said that the Ais did not plant anything, nor did they raise any domestic animals, but got all they needed from the waters and woods and ate clams and fish and oysters and game and the berries which were in season.
I can only imagine that they ate well.
We had such a beautiful trip. When we left this morning, I said out loud in the car, "Thank you, Glenn and Scott for making my childhood dreams come true."
And oh, they have. They absolutely and truly have. I can go back anytime and stay in that little pool house beside the spitting lions and watch the sunset from the dock every night.
It is such a strange and magic miracle.
We drove home on some major highways but took Highway 90 the last fifty or sixty miles because it goes through beautiful farm lands with funky charming towns and beautiful old homes, both grand and humble. This trip I was reading "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil" out loud as our road trip entertainment because Mr. Moon has never read it and as I read, as we traveled, I thought so much about the fact that both Savannah (the town where the book was set) and the places we were driving through were built on the backs and blood and bones of African enslaved people who cleared the land, grew the cotton, and built the mansions. There is no getting away from this fact and there is no way to romanticize it. This is just the truth.
Just as the Ais made it possible for ship-wrecked Europeans on the Atlantic coast to find fresh water, to harvest the bounty of the seas and jungle-forests and thus survive, the people who had been captured, transported, and sold at auction made it possible for the white people who, by law and sanctioned by their Bible, owned them, to create fabulous wealth with which they built testimonies to their own perceived greatness, superiority, and god-given privilege.
This is the great sin of the United States of America and there is no denying it and there may not possibly be any way to atone for it.
Well. That was a tangent. But I ponder this constantly. Sometimes more intensely than other times. Today was one of the intense times.
But we made it home and it's so dry here! Everything is shriveled and crunchy. I had Mark, our house-sitter, water the garden one day but even with that, the garden is stunted and the yard plants look desperate with thirst.
Speaking of Mark, he left things here so beautiful! He swept, he mopped, he dusted, he washed. What a joy it is to come home to a house which has no need of immediate attention. In fact, in many ways, it's nicer than when I left it. Dang, I love that dear man.
While we were in Roseland, we did a little thrift shopping, as we do. I did not buy much this trip but in a tiny shop dedicated to the support of a local non-kill animal shelter, I found a treasure.
I knew what it was because I'd bought another one at Wag the Dog in Monticello years ago. Ironically, Wag the Dog is also a humane-society thrift store.
This is the one that has been sitting on my piano for several years.
They are not incredibly valuable but they are vintage and collectible. The tag on my new one said, "Works. $15".
Well, yes, I will take you home, I said to it.
And I did.
We've picked some arugula for tonight's supper.
I hope I remember how to cook. I barely cooked a thing while we were in Roseland. In fact, we ate at Wasabi, the Thai Sushi restaurant three times for supper and had breakfast out every morning but one. It was such a delicious (in all ways) trip and I am in that between-space now, neither here nor there.
But it will be very fine to sleep in our own bed tonight. Maybe Jack will even cuddle me. Both of the cats seem to be glad we're home although (sigh) Maurice has already drawn blood on Mr. Moon. She loves him so much that she has to...what? Wound him?
God. That cat is so weird.
Anyway, here we are.
Welcome home! I'm so glad you had a great trip. Yiu sound so much better.ReplyDelete
Thank you, sweet lady.Delete
Forgot to say you have the greatest eye for good things, like the lamp, which needed to be with your other lamp, and in a good cause, too.ReplyDelete
I am delighted with this lamp. Now I only have to find the perfect place to put it. It is a beauty.Delete
Welcome home Mary. I'm glad your trip was wonderful.ReplyDelete
It was just what I needed.Delete
Love your new lamp- it is the best! Good eye, Mary! Sorry that you had to come back so soon but where ever you are - is good.Knowing that you were safe and happy and with Mister Moon and the fish, has been heartening! Our yard is crispy as well. Dennis finally squirted it a little bit just to keep it all from dying utterly, plants were grateful. Forecast is for more sunshine, no rain until Tuesday next. Driest time ever!ReplyDelete
There is some rain forecast for us on Wednesday and Thursday but I do not have great faith in that. We shall see. Meanwhile, HANG ON PLANTS!Delete
It was a really, really sweet trip.
I can feel your happiness :)ReplyDelete
"funky charming towns and beautiful old houses" now there's something I would like to see.
The Ais people certainly knew how to live well without destroying their lands.
I sometimes wonder how different America would be if no slaves had ever been brought there.
We are scheduled for another wet summer here in Australia, I wish I could send some of the rain your way, but it tends to leak out of envelopes and jars would be too heavy.
Ha! Great last sentence! I appreciate the thought.Delete
I know one thing for sure- America would look a whole hell of a lot different if enslaved people had not been here. It's just a fact. And I often think of how the indigenous peoples probably came to regret ever helping Europeans at all. And do to this day.
P.S. the lamps are gorgeous, I've never seen any like that.ReplyDelete
I think it's funny that I've run into two of them now.Delete
I like those lamps! I'm sorry your idyll has ended, and yes you are right.ReplyDelete
Well, it's pretty nice here in Lloyd, too. Now we shall see if I still know how to cook.Delete
It's happened before.ReplyDelete
Maurice loves her male person so much that she is deeply discomfited by an extended absence, and feels compelled to temper her home-welcoming with a bit of vengeance-wreaking.
Love + resentment = drawing blood.
Yes. As a guy on a podcast I was listening to today said, "This is not the first rodeo I've ever gone down." Glen and I both wear the scars of Maurice's confused love.Delete
How could you not buy that lamp, and for a good cause, win/win!ReplyDelete
I would have paid twice the price!Delete
Welcome home Mary. You sound renewed, and I am glad for it.ReplyDelete
I truly am.Delete
"If you try sometimes, you get what you need..."ReplyDelete
Sounds like you and Mr. Moon sure needed that trip! Glad you took it.
Amen! We surely did!Delete
I’m so glad you had a good trip. Welcome home. As for this nation’s original sin, well, it’s always good to know some people are aware because these days so much effort is spent on denying it happened at all. Roseland sounds so healing for you and I’m glad you can go whenever your heart calls you back there. Hugs.
It is never not on my mind. How can anyone deny the fact that this country was built on horror and brutality?Delete
Roseland is so very healing for me. Sitting on the dock and watching the river flow, listening to it as it moves, the call of the ospreys, being aware of the changing shapes of the clouds- I think you would love it too. Hugs back!
Welcome home! And that is a beautiful lamp. Still dry here too. I know what you mean. White people. Africans built this country, Chinese built the railroads, white people take the credit.ReplyDelete
You mention the cats, is there still one hen and one rooster?
White people just love to take the credit for every damn thing. Except the evil.Delete
Yes. Still one hen, one rooster.
Oh I know I would just LOVE to visit that museum. It's a shame you didn't get to spend too much time there! And I love your new lamp too! I'm glad you had such a wonderful time!ReplyDelete
The museum is the McLarty Treasure Museum and it's built on the site where eleven ships wrecked in 1752, most of them filled with precious...treasure. A lot of it has been recovered. Probably not all.Delete
Holidays are great for recharging the soul and letting you appreciate home all over again. The lamp is so pretty. Maurice is just overzealous.ReplyDelete
I know how good it feels to be home after some time away!ReplyDelete