Give Me Colour

I love strolling through antique stores; a habit I picked up from my mom.  I can spend hours looking at all the neat objects of the past.  Sometimes I see stuff that triggers memories.  I saw a copper pot exactly like one my mom has that she kept by the fireplace when I was little.  My mom kept pine cones in it and the one in the store had pine cones too.  A coincidence like that makes me start to wonder, why pine cones?  My mom thought they were pretty.  Did the former owner the the other copper pot think pine cones are pretty too?

Yesterday I was wandering through one of Louisville's very large antique stores and I got a little sad.  Antique stores are very bright and colourful because they are filled with colourful objects.  Items in antique stores have a lot of flare.  Clothes, furniture and kitchen ware from the past came in every colour you can think of (and some you didn't even know existed).  They have patterns, designs and a lot of flamboyance.  A soup tureen was once a giant colourful tomato.  A modern store is so dull in comparison.  Where did all our colour and flare go?  And who decided it should leave?  Why do we settle for khaki pants, clear vases and eggshell walls?  I want the zane and pop found in antique stores.  I want flare back in my life.

Louisville Insights

One advantage of living in a city surrounded by farmland is being able to participate in community supported agriculture (CSA).  It was too late to sign-up for a meat CSA but I was able to join a veggie CSA.  CSAs are great because you get whatever the farmer is currently harvesting; it is fresh and local food directly from the farm.  I thought I knew a lot about vegetables but with my first pick-up from the farmer I was given something that had to be explained to me; green garlic.  It looks like a gigantic scallion, but it is unripened garlic.  You slice-up the white soft part and add it to a recipe for (what the farmer said) a really great rich garlic flavour.  I am looking forward to experimenting with my green garlic and all the other veggies that I will be getting throughout the growing season.


Political signs are everywhere in Louisville.  The majority of lawns I drive past have at least one political sign.  Some of these signs are very large and they are for every office.  I even saw a sign for district judge.  It would take me hours of online research to find out anything about the judges on San Diego's ballots.  With elections several months away, I can't wait to see how "colorful" Louisville lawns get.