For the past several mornings, Mambo and I have passed by this quiet little house a mile or so down a road perpendicular to our own. It has recently been remodeled from a tiny stucco box home. The new windows still bear their stickers; and the white is gleaming. I can't help but reminisce...It used to belong to a gentleman... make that gentle man... named Nip, his lovely wife, Ilone, and their daughter, Ilona. If you Google these unusual female names, you'll find them to have wonderful meanings, well suited to the former female inhabitants of this little house.
This family redefined the level of joy one could find in life's simplest gifts: deer in the woods; poppies blooming bright red on the right side of the house, once theirs; a simple, fulfilling meal; black and white photography; a visit from a neighbor; chatting about wildlife; sharing the seeds of those poppies. The list goes on - truly. Joe and I learned a lot from Nip and Ilone, when we were just newly married "kids". The warmth in their home was palpable. I think they'd be happy to know that it still holds them in its memories.
I sure hope the current owners will plant some poppy seeds, when they landscape. Now that would be just perfect!
Yes, I do believe that Every Picture Tells A Story.
