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The 13 pieces and a
few insights:
Climbing
Roses: There was a large bush of these at the kitchen window that
bloomed bright red in the summer.
Pavilion:
This was more like a rustic picnic
shelter on tall poles, reached by a
bridge because the ground beneath it sloped steeply into the woods
below the house.
Bird
Song: The Blue Jay in the picture makes other calls unlike
the music, but Jays were in the mixture of birds always
coming to the feeder we could watch through a special window.
Gardenias:
My grandmother floated these blossoms in a bowl placed on the dining
room table under a small chandelier, and the fragrance filled the room.
Heirlooms:
All kinds of small interesting things come to mind but I do recall my
grandfather always
asked my grandmother to play a certain piece so the
title is also a reference to things not physical.
Flowering
Hillside: In Atlanta, Spring daffodils come up (or at least
used
to) in vast colonies before overhead trees could cast shade over them.
Garden
Walls: My grandfather loved outdoor cooking so much that he built more
than one paved area with stone walls to hold cooking grills in the
hillside above
the house.
Upper
Room: There was a room over the garage with its own balcony
that my cousins and I loved to use when we were invited to stay
overnight. Upper Room
has anoter meaning: it is also the name of a devotional booklet my
grandmother subscribed to.
Moonlit
Pines: I
didn't remember pines until I found some photos in an
album which showed them against the sky in the
background. So the moon must have passed over many times, and I'd like
to think -however the house has changed- some things remain to this day.
Terrace
Steps: There were formal steps to the front door and
also among the rustic stone
walled eating spots in the hillside, that were always romantic and
mysterious to me.
Snapdragons:
In a recent phone call, one of my cousis mentioned how these
grew in the hillside walled areas and I had long forgotten them, so
here is a piece to her own special memory.
Tanglewood
Theme: Perhaps this is for the sloping front lawn,
and other things that are so misty I'm not sure now if they were real
or not...like a shiny globe mounted on a pedestal near the
edge
of the lawn, which showed
whatever it reflected like
a view into another world.
 This December: I
wrote this little piece on impulse after Thanksgiving -several months
after the Tanglewood group was finished. It is a little nostalgic but
looking forward to the future. It has a "Christmas" wish intention that
can be considered a blessing sent any time of year.
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