So this is a little belated, but I thought I should document the most excellent Brunch which welcomed me into my 29th year of life :) Above is a picture of the flower crown that my friend, Kelsey, made especially for me and for the brunch. It was beautiful and the scent was better than any perfume I have ever found. Loved it.
I think that this is maybe one of my favorite moments from the brunch when Amanda opened up the champagne for those mimosa's and it absolutely sprayed all over the kitchen and all over Amanda. this is most likely the reason that she is laughing uncontrollably in this photo. I like this picture because it reminds me of the Nelson laugh! Amanda has a great contagious and genuine laugh. :)
Amanda also made the eggs for everyone. They were delicious. As anyone who has lived with me before can attest I love to have eggs made for me. Delicious!
A picture of Maria and me. Maria and Gretchen were nice enough to host the brunch at their apartment and spent hours upon hours doing dishes later that night! I am too lucky.
Some of the spread. It was all so delicious I think I ate my age in blueberries alone.After the brunch we read poetry that people brought. It was great! I was feeling a bit overwhelmed by the generosity of my friends and the way they shared their time, cooking talents and poetry with me. I was feeling really blessed, and I think that word is over-used so I have taken to rarely using it. However, in Good Poems you can find "A Blessing by James Wright. It seemed to express how I was feeling during the brunch festivities.
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more, they begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more, they begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
1 comment:
i liked that poem. the last 3 lines were amazing to me, and surprised me with their imagery. i want to break into blossom, too. i want to be in that field, though i'm not comfortable around horses, so let's leave those out of it.
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