Once upon a time, I watched Eddie Rabbit perform this song on Solid Gold:
Well I love a rainy night
I love a rainy night
I love to hear the thunder
Watch the lightning
When it lights up the sky
You know it makes me feel good.
I had a big crush on him around age 10. And I really DO love a rainy night.
We spent Saturday at a favorite local art festival called Art-A-Whirl that happens all around our old neighborhood – Northeast Minneapolis. The festival has evolved over the past decade from a small open studio tour to an all-out party. There is still plenty of art to see but now there are food trucks and craft breweries and live music, too. We spent most of the day outside the new Indeed Brewery listening to old timey, feel-good music by the Roe Family Singers and the Como Avenue Jug Band.
In the midst of all the merriment, I glanced up just in time to capture this pensive street portrait.
The sunlight on the peony shoots perfectly highlights the glorious transformation that is going on right now in my garden. This peony and a few other plants came from plants in my grandparents’ and great-grandmother’s gardens. The return of these plants and the memories they carry is especially welcome.
One of the things I like to do is look up common names of flowers. The early spring prairie blooms I’ve always called pasque flowers have many more poetic and evocative names: wind flower, prairie crocus, meadow anemone. What’s in a name? Maybe. But I think I’ll call these beauties wind flowers from now on.