For years I wondered: where on earth do I feel most at home? We would move and I’d try various places, waiting to see if I could grow roots. Finally I took up gardening. In the garden I can make myself at home anywhere, but nowhere as easily as here, in the Pacific Northwest. Where everything grows on its own accord.
Back in San Diego I used to paint my flowerpots with buttermilk, then roll them in dirt before potting. With regular watering over a course of time, the pots would whiten and grow the mossy green patina found on garden antiquity. All around me the homes were too new. Too many developments with roofs of clean bright orange terra cotta tile. Whereas the pots on my terrace gave the appearance of old. While developers were busy putting up “Mediterranean style” for the masses, I was looking for Old Spain, something evacuated from say, Seville.
Here in the Pacific Northwest we can save the buttermilk for baking. Moss grows up our steps, over walls, on all sides of trees, and onto rooftops. I have to laugh.
We love our moss. A friend told me the story of a time she hired a man to pressure-wash the brick patio, as it can get slippery, and stepped out of the house to find that he had gone on and taken care of the back wall as well “which was a treasure trove of happy lichens in yellow, orange and gold, plus fabulous swaths of moss.” She was heartbroken.
Not too long ago a neighbor from those days in San Diego, now living in Houston, came through Seattle on book tour. I had come into the kitchen in the morning, turned on KUOW, our local NPR, in the middle of an interview and recognized her voice immediately. That night I attended her reading at Third Place Books in Lake Forest. Harriet Halkyard is her name. One doesn’t forget a name like that. She and her husband, John, wrote 99 Days to Panama based on their travels there. After the reading I bought their book and we sat down for lattes and to get caught up.
I will admit I was surprised to hear how much they love living in Houston (“It’s the people; we’ve never been so socially engaged!”), but nothing could have prepared me for her next comment.
“I don’t know how you live here,” she cried.
“I mean,” Harriet went on, “when you’ve seen seen one pine tree you’ve seen them all.”
I smiled and realized it could be plants and trees and climates that determine where one feels most at home. In San Diego we both had the warmth, the sun, the desert landscape, the occasional palm tree and arid climate, and she chose to go get more of it in Texas. Whereas I sought to come home, if not to New England, to the Pacific Northwest. A place more exaggerated than New England ever dreamed.
6 responses to “They Call Us Mossbacks”
and Spring is the big payoff here. I smelled a Daphne yesterday that nearly dropped me to my knees.
Yes, if pink has an aroma, spring in the Northwest is redolent with that
sweet succulence! lynn griffes
I love how we feel this way and say all this, and meanwhile put up with a biblical deluge of rain!
This New England woman celebrated a much loved seasonal ritual yesterday. I bought beautiful pansies in a range of splendid colors to plant in the four large pots in front of my house. Every day those flowers make me smile. And if guests or my family fail to appreciate them I graciously bring them outside to observe and marvel at their beauty. They are only then allowed back in the house.
You and I have moved the most in our lives (Famliy) I feel like I have found home here in Colorado- As long as I can get my ocean fix now and then! East or west doesn’t matter so much I just have to smell the salt air, and ride a wave or two!
Sydney, my lovely 7 year old out of the blue yesterday moved herself all around the country without leaving her seat!
She started by saying she could not wait to go to Cape & Duxbury, but 1st wanted to make sure I take her up in the Statue of Liberty! (We have use of a downtown apt. Washington Square) and ride a subway, she added! I could live in New York City-she said Then just as fast she said I would move – I want to live at the beach! She said I would love living there, but i’ll miss here!
Without missing a beat a pause or breath she blurted out I want to live in LA- She loves it there and thought it was a fun place to be-she said!
She stated that all from her seat in the car, in under a mile-Then said “I will want to get out of Colorado you know, but after that when I grow up I will come back and appreciate it so much more” I love it here so!
No moss on that girl! Good thing-she’d just drink the buttermilk!
i understand that, only because i lived for a couple years in land-locked tucson and what happens is: the sky becomes the sea…. we all need some measure of infinity it seems.