Monday, August 23, 2010

Johnny's Garden

CSNY

D is a sucker for classic rock. It's one of the things that endeared me to him in the beginning (since he was trying to keep his Fleetwood Mac listening on the DL until I told him I love them). That endearment has morphed in to a somewhat repetitive, underwhelming experience as I wonder why he can't give, say, Indie more of chance?! But alas, it is part of who he is; and with that comes some "traditions" I have grown to love in the guy. For example, I really never listened to CSNY before dating him and now it will always be "D's" music with the songs reminding me of long drives to remote western slope locations in the Nissan or more familiar jaunts to the lovely escapes of Keystone and Carbondale. In any case, D always seems to play Johnny's Garden when he's coming in to his destination. I'm not sure if he even realizes he does it but it's a sign to me that we have almost arrived at pure escape and relaxation.


photo courtesy of Dean Espinosa

We've been escaping to "the country" the past few weekends. My mom has been kind enough to let us put the Swinger on her property for the summer. That alone has aided in the ease of "camping" since I can't seem to carry anything (not that D didn't do most of the prep work as it was). So 1.5 hours out of Denver, we can unlock the door, open the windows, unroll the awning, and make some dinner on a stove in a 70s RV. It's nothing fancy but it will do quite nicely for the time being. It's the first step in a process to get our own little piece of the mountains. We're "trying it on" so to speak and I must admit, it's quite a treat.


We've been up there a a handful of weekends. D getting it all situated (as per his normal Type-A routine). Then me coming up later to bask in the glory of his hard work. We had my mom up one weekend. It was the first time she had actually stayed on her property since since she convinced my dad to buy the land in 1972. At the time, she was 34 and I was no where to be imagined. Funny to think we are the same age in some strange time/space continum. 38 years later though, she got to really soak it in. Finally to escape to the escape she purchased so long ago. I guess it was a different time in so many ways. In any case, I think she took a lot of pride and ownership in the experience.


D does what he can to make this his "end of the world" escape, at least for the time being. It really is why he moved out to Denver in the first place (to live in the mtns). I usually sit in some camping chair trying my hand at watercolor or reading. Things move slowly and lazily and we take naps like it's required. Gingy does what she can to chase the prairie dogs or cook herself in the sun. We watch all the stars pop out at night and repeatedly D will stop and say, "Hold on. Do you hear that? It's the quiet I love the most." ("Yes, the silence is deafening." JK).


And I'll do anything I got to do
Cut my hair and shine my shoes
And keep on singin' the blues
If I can stay here in Johnny's garden

3 comments:

  1. Hey, what the heck did you do to that third photo? Is it real or Memorex? And where are these elusive watercolors you speak of?? I love your musings on how music reminds you of people. Once again you write about something I've experienced but couldn't actually put into words. Nicely done, missy!

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  2. You look so lovely pregnant, my friend. Your blog makes me happy. I hope we can meet up sometime soon to meet each other's children. xx.

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  3. oh my gosh! I love the comments - you both are great for my ego :) thanks for checking in!

    J - Image #3 is from Dean's super fancy iphone app that adds wicked fun filters. I did HDR on the first image however :)

    A - I still can't believe I haven't met your sweet boys but I know they rock since you and J are such cool people. Soon we will have a 85719 Reunion ;)

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