Welcome to Pamona's house...
Today I went for tea at my friend Pamona's...Mary was there as well as Noreen. These are some new friends I have met since working at Farmers Daughter Food Market. Sometimes when you live outside of a small town, it can be a challenge to develope new friendships...people tend to stick close to home, especially in the dark days of winter so when Pamona invited me for tea I was delighted to go....
As soon as you walk through the door, you know you are in the home of an artist! Strange little creatures greet you in the hall...
...and tea and goodies await you on the table...
Pamona sits beneath her painting of Madonna and child, telling stories of her travels through life.
We talk of art and life and death and trains and Scotland and Ireland...of lives lived in the city and lives lived on communes in Maine...
We watch the logging trucks endlessly rumble by with cut trees, again and again...we try to understand how they keep coming...and coming with more and more logs from the salmon bearing creek to the west.
But all is peaceful and full of grace here in this little house...the fire crackles in front of us...we talk of our children and where they are going in their lives...
Mary shares stories, in her soft Scottish lilt, about her life in the little cabin at the mouth of Tugwell Creek and will it ever rise high enough to lap at her feet...
Noreen's lotus mosaic sits in a place of comfort above the mantel...
Pamona brings out old favorites from her childhood and we all reminisce about books we have loved...
...and the tea keeps flowing with quince jelly on corn bread.
There are many sweet treasures throughout the place...
...some old...
...and some new....
...and some very odd...
...this cap made long ago in Austria out of pounded mushrooms!
And so on this gloomy, wet, coastal day, I'm thankful to have new found friends with thoughts and ideas and tea to share.
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