Archive for July 2012
(Photo by Cheryl-Anne Millsap)
I really thought I’d sold or given away the old 48-star United States flag I picked up at an estate sale years ago. I hadn’t seen the flag since we downsized six years ago, so I assumed it didn’t make the move. But last week I was rummaging through a box on one of the shelves in the garage and there it was.
Using old upholstery tacks I hung it on the cedar shingles of the house, over the metal gliders that sit in a favorite corner near the covered patio, a place I like to sit early in the morning or in the cool of the evening. I liked the way it lifted in the breeze, when there was a breeze, and fluttered a bit. We didn’t have any big plans for the 4th of July, just grilling hamburgers on the patio with the family, so I decided the vintage cotton flag—made sometime between 1912 and 1959, before the addition of Hawaii and Alaska—was all the decoration we needed.
I left it up for a few days after the 4th of July because my daughter, the new college graduate, would be home later in the week as she made her way over to Seattle to complete a week of specialized training for her new job as a geologist. That night, before she flew out the next morning, after another patio meal, we talked about her new job and her new life and celebrated her launch into the adult world.
Before she left I snapped a photo of her sitting in the place I spend so many quite moments. In the photograph the flag is hanging over her marking, at least in my mind, yet another kind of independence day.
Cheryl-Anne Millsap is a freelance writer based in Spokane, Washington. In addition to her Spokesman-Review Home Planet and Treasure Hunting columns and blogs and her CAMera: Travel and Photo blog, her essays can be heard on Spokane Public Radio and on public radio stations across the country. She is the author of “Home Planet: A Life in Four Seasons” and can be reached at email@example.com
(Photo by Cheryl-Anne Millsap)
I was up before the sun this morning, wanting to get a head start on gardening chores before the expected heat of the day made things too uncomfortable. After a cup of coffee I went to work and got a lot of the heaviest work out of the way and was ready for a break by mid-morning, so my daughter and I hopped in the truck and drove over to the Moran Prairie Strawberry festival at the Moran Prairie Grange.
We strolled around, grateful for the tents and shade offered by so many of the vendors, and picked up a map of Italy for her room and a wrought-iron frame that will become a blackboard for the kitchen. The final find was my favorite: a heavy vintage concrete fountain base. The weathered figures of a girl and boy, still bearing traces of white paint, were exactly right for my garden.
I had to laugh. It's easy to see my daughter has been junking with me since she was born. After I paid the vendor she simply picked up the heavy piece and headed for the car. And when we got home she unloaded it and placed it in the flower bed beside the covered patio where we spend so many hours this time of year.
So far, today has been a perfect summer Saturday and there are still hours of daylight ahead of us. And tonight, when the air is cool again, I'll sit in the twilight, tired and probably a little sore, and enjoy the newest old thing in the garden.
The Moran Prairie Strawberry Festival will be on the grounds of the Moran Prairie Grange until 4 p.m. this afternoon. You can find more information here.