Memorial Day Picnic Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 18 x 24" 45 x 60cm
Path to Ludovico's with chickens Blair Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 12 x 19.5" 30 x 50cm
Sun on the Grapevines out back Laurie Fox Pessemier Acrylic/canvas 12 x 16" 30 x 40cm
This is really a magical place we live, as though there are rocks beneath the house, like diamonds, sending sparkling good luck our way. And luck to anyone else who comes by to enjoy. But I shall be careful not to look a gift horse in the mouth – I leave the most of the rocks there to do their magic as they do.
It was a wonderful day on Sunday with a picnic outdoors on the new table. The new table was part of the fun: we found a large slab of stone, about 6 x 2 feet, in our basement. Blair had noticed two large urns which weren’t being used as planters which would make perfect bases – we brought those up, not too difficult. We filled them with rocks and sand. But the tabletop weighed a terrific amount – at least 120 pounds (50 kilos). We borrowed a dolly with pneumatic tires from a neighbor and were able to “bounce” the huge stone up the necessary eight stairs.
A friend, staying with us for the moment, and Blair, used best architectural practices (not) to position the urns. We pulled out the grass, anyway. The three of us swung the table onto the bases, and voila! Instant outdoor dining.
Then I realized we needed an umbrella against the sun, and I brought a length of string and all the umbrellas we had (8). This procedure involved a demijohn full of water, a broom handle, and rope. Momentarily, it appeared to work, but eventually all the umbrellas found the lowest spot on the rope and hung together. The umbrellas did work as parasols, however, and diners could use them to shield the rays.
The diners, our guests, were a wonderful lot, and we covered topics from the weather to pronunciation, ancient texts to modern books, dogs and cats. We were 10 humans, 3 dogs, in all. We ate burgers and rillettes, potato salad and lemon cupcakes, gin and tonics and wine, ending with coffee and a whole watermelon…
It was one of those days when the sun arched over a cloudless sky, casting rays through the green leaves and bouncing off the grass. Ludovico, the gardener, came through in the clutch and mowed the small lawn around the house just fifteen minutes before the guests arrived. We had to shoo him away in favor of parking cars. We can now get around without twisting an ankle.
Everyone left as the sun slipped behind the trees and we brought our watermelon inside.