Friday, May 9, 2014
This is the Queen Anne Cottage that I painted once before. It has a good story that I told once before. It was featured in the opening scene of a 1970s/1980s television show called Fantasy Island. The period Fantasy Island ran pretty much paralleled the time when I lived without a television. Although somehow I knew the show well enough to be familiar with one of its actors, Herve Villechaze, who walked into my pub one night, and walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. I think I may have helped him, because he was extremely small, and unlikely to be seen from behind the bar.
I was recalling that I don't remember my parents ever taking me to the arboretum. Which seems odd because my father was such a fan and walking encyclopedia of trees. I went with the Girl Scouts, and got a bit of training about plants and did some nature-related crafts. I went back on a regular basis as a teenager. It was a place to feed ducks, hold hands with boys, and gather feathers to adorn our hippie-girl hair. That was years before I knew of the migratory birds act.