Bent on giving our new apartment here at the U of Idaho a grand slant, since it's bigger and all, we have named it Taylor's End. Lavender Flat, our home last year, was uphill from Sweet Avenue. (I chronicled my time there, here: patterfromlavenderflat.blogspot.com) Now we live in the tip of a promontory stretching down from Taylor Avenue, actually just 50 yards away from where we were.
There are a few changes to address with our change of address. :) We are in a corner spot right on the Serpentine, the driveway winding through our neighborhood. Suddenly from living in a quiet backwater flat overlooking a grassy hill with a playground way down at its base, we are in Kid Central. This community is well-stocked with sprites, most seeming to be eight and under. Now our bikes get knocked over and the contents of their little utility packs strewn onto the grass. The public bench bordering our front lawn is a great launch pad for daring jumpers. Tiny red mites roaming the retaining wall out back draw a fascinated audience.
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| Official U of I photo, near here. Some day I will get my own pix uploaded. |
Then, where Lavender Flat's little backyard patch was planted and perfect, the former tenants here let mare's tail rush have its abundant way. Fortunately it's easy to weed out, though I expect we'll never see the end of it. Ben bought some heather and sedum at the downtown Saturday market, I bought a pumpkin plant on a whim, and we transplanted some of the smaller lavender plants from our old yard into pots. Oh, and moss. I bought Irish moss. Love moss.
Technically these aren't in the ground yet, but I left a little hand trowel lying back there and some loose dirt. Sure enough, yesterday a small urchin whose name, I learned, is Robert, began moving (flinging) the dirt around, so I have every hope that the ground will soon be all prepped and ready for new plantings.
Oh--there's something else about the new blog's name.What's this "Poised" business? I can guarantee there will be plenty of times in the next couple of years at school when I'll feel anything but poised: Crushed, wobbly, and breathless come to mind.
It's less about my emotional state, though, and more about our position. We are at the brink of things. Literally, we're the last flat in this apartment row. Figuratively and professionally, Ben and I are training to launch out into new work, new adventures. Gathering ourselves, studying, trusting, waiting till we are ready.
Oh: my new living room is twice the size of the last one. >happy sigh<
