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In her first fall of living with me she discovered butterflies. They would land on the flowering plants in the back of the yard and she would race back to watch the float away. Just like her rabbit chases, she never caught a butterfly. But that didn’t stop her from running and jumping after them.
MLLE. RENEE’S SPECKLED FLUTTERBY
This is an original origami butterfly that I designed myself and named in Renee’s honor.
And PINK! Only the pink bushes have smaller clusters.
And I have no idea what I did to make them grow like that this year. Well, I was very late in trimming the bushes back this year … well, it is too cold to get outside and do it any earlier this year.
I can hardly wait for the lilies to start blooming. They have tons of buds, too!
After a multitude of years spent mowing lawns, I finally realized that the first creatures to show up and admire my master mowing skills are the many robins who reside in the many trees surrounding the back yard.
My father, who was an avid fisherman, said it was because the vibrations of the mower brought the earthworms to the surface. It’s as good an explanation as any other reason as any other I’ve heard. And after the last tall blade of grass had been mowed down, I set my easy lawn chair up in the shade of the cedar trees to rest with my noble canine companion and await the arrival of my red breasted friends with my long lens camera. (Not to worry, the only birds that Renee chases are the annoying, noisy grackles. And that’s because they often chase her.)
Well, if you’re anything like me …
YOU RETREAT TO YESTERYEAR!
First I got the leftover Easter ham bone out of the freezer … thawed it out and plopped it in my soup pot and cooked up a big pot of my own ZESTY BEAN SOUP WITH CHUNKY HAM. It’s a bean soup based on my mom’s original recipe made with dried beans that would make the inhabitants of Boston drool. And while it was slowly cooking in the kitchen, I went into the living room and put a DVD into the Blu-Ray player and relived a bit of my childhood. I doubt if anyone reading this post actually remembers this logo….But it was the mainstay of the Friday double features of my childhood at the old Salisbury neighborhood movie house in old north Saint Louis.
Yes, I was hooked on the old Tarzan movies made in the forties. Yeah, I know most people prefer the MGM Tarzan movies made in the thirties, but they were to kissy, kissy with Jane fondling Tarzan all the time for a kid growing up. Heck, for this movie Jane wasn’t even in it. She was back in England with her sick mother. But Tarzan wasn’t alone!
Boy (Johnny Sheffield) was there with Cheeta, too. Boy really was the one I identified with back then … he was my age and he had a monkey and his own little elephant … and he got to run around the jungle barefoot in his underwear!
Now, a lot of people say Johnny Weissmuller was getting kind of chunky to be Tarzan when he made these movies, but it was 20 years since he had been an Olympic swimming champion where he won five gold medals and in his entire career he never lost one race in which he swam. Besides, he looked like my dad.
Anyway, the movie was made during World War II so Tarzan had to fight against some nasty Nazi soldiers who were trying to steal oil from the all-white natives who lived in a hidden city in the middle of darkest Africa. (OK, so the movie had a few plot holes.) Anyway, Tarzan rescues Boy and frees all the natives.
And then Tarzan and the natives whomp the tar out of all the Nazis. And Cheeta gets on the radio to Germany, and all the Nazi guys there think it is der fuehrher speaking and they all sieg heil the radio. Hey, you could do that during war-time back then. Probably everyone watching the movie clapped at that.
The DVD was part of a set of the six last Tarzan movies that Weissmuller made in the forties. I was amazed at the quality of the movie, there were no splashes, flashes or lines running through the image. It was perfect black and white, and the photos I’ve used here were shot from the TV screen. Sound quality was perfect, too. I highly recommend this DVD set to anyone who wants to relive their boyhood experiences like I did. I enjoyed my afternoon, and I might make my Tuesdays a regular old movie afternoon. I don’t think I’m ready for a double feature afternoon yet. Now, does anyone know what ungawa means?
my Zesty Bean Soup w/Chunky Ham was OUT OF THIS WORLD!
But I’ve got enough for six more suppers.
I’ve mentioned the West Walnut Manor Critter Diner over the last several years. It’s the spot where I put out seeds, crumbs and other edibles for the many different critters who drop in to dine in my back yard. Recently, I’ve added vegetable trimmings to the menu, and as a result the cliental has changed somewhat. The squirrel family stile drops in, but now they’re a family of five.
And they too shared the food box as the other critters do.
In West Walnut Manor all the critters LOVE their neighbors. Wonder if we could get humans to come together like that.
Wednesday, I posted this photo as my WORDLESS WEDNESDAY PHOTO along with one cryptic word LOST.
Actually, you probably would have had to click on the photo twice to make it largest before you would see that over the river and through the woods … in a little clearing under some shady trees, there is an elderly gentlemen sitting on a bench and lost to the world. I also do that on my frequent walks through Forest Park. It has great places where you and just sit back and just communicate with the world around you. Here are some of my favorite spots.
For total reflection … the park is filled with a complete set of waterways … ponds, streams, lakes, waterfalls and fountains! And they all come with convenient benches.
And if you choose to just lose yourself and talk to the Roos or other animal species, the Zoo also supplies convenient benches. But be careful, because they look back at you.
And if you bring a blanket, I know a grassy field where you can spread it out to just lie back and watch the popcorn clouds float by overhead.
And if you linger too long at just losing yourself, you’ll end up viewing a sky full of twilight silhouettes. Oh what an eyeful!
The Art Of Losing Yourself is not recommended on rainy days.
And here’s how I spent my weekend!
Well, I went to my last Met Opera Live in HD of the season. Actually, it wasn’t the last broadcast of the season. The last opera is being broadcast next week Saturday, but I just saw it a couple of years ago and I’m not ready for a repeat performance yet. Anyway, I convinced Mlle. Renee to get out of bed early so I could get up and get going. I jumped on the Metro Bus and headed for the Art Museum in Forest Park. Unfortunately, when I got to the park I discovered that my local bus was being rerouted around the park. That’s what happens on May 1. Because of the congestion caused by people going into the park with cars on Friday, Saturday and Sunday during the summer season the Metro System runs the Forest Park Trolley into the park that stops at all the tourist attractions people want to see. I didn’t want to wait for the next trolley so I walked into the park to the Art Museum.
… than it is to walk up. But, you do get a great photo opportunity of the STATUE OF SAINT LOUIS on the walk up.
I know that while the name of the sculpture is The Apotheosis of Saint Louis, his horse remains an unknown, nameless beast of burden.
Actual the whole title is Così fan tutte, ossia La scuola degli amanti, which translates Thus Do They All, or The School for Lovers. It was an opera buffa that was written in 1790 and it has some rather out-dated views on women being fickle when it comes to matters of love and relationships. I suppose this was the comedy rage back in 1790. It really doesn’t fly these days. So while the music was fantastic and the performances by the cast were some of the best this season, the storyline was a hard sell. It’s also one of Mozart’s lesser performed works.
It was also four hours long, and the elderly gentleman in front of me was snoring rather loudly during the second act.
After the opera I walked through the galleries trying to find a new sculpture piece that recently went on display at the museum. It was a red clay stature of the Corn Maiden by the Mississippian Native Americans that populated this area about one to two thousand years ago. I didn’t find it.
Roman, Imperial Period
TORSO OF AN ATHLETE, 1st-2nd Century marble
Museum Purchase 6, 1937
The physique of this torso is almost too good to be true, chiseled pectoral muscles, the faint impression of washboard abdominal muscles, and an exaggerated furrow between the hip and abdomen. We see the integration of realism and the ideal in the musculature, flesh, and bone structure. For example, the furrow along the hip and abdomen leading to the genitals is an artistic interpretation of the actual anatomical structure. For the Greeks, the nude male body was one of the highest forms of beauty. For a man to achieve such a physique, he had to participate in athletics at the gymnasium, where both athletic and important civic events were held. A sculpture such as this represents not only physical, athletic, and military excellence but also desirability and possibly immortality.
PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH
Some curator was really impressed with that torso!
The Aluminum Tree -
Did you know that they rub bowling ball polish around the base of the tree to keep stray dogs from watering it?
One Duck a Swimming
THE PIED PIPER
Honoring the American Federation Of Musicians … really?
SUNDAY … I rested. Actually, I did try to pull some weeds out of the front beds, but it didn’t agree with my spring allergies. So I spent the rest of the day inside.