Monday, July 19, 2010

In the mist, protection and seasoned with love

- Buildings in midtown Atlanta looming ahead in the mist. It was a gray sort of weekend in Atlanta, but there is beauty in that, too.

- In another town on Saturday, my mother and I are off to lunch and during the trip someone in a hurry makes a too close left hand turn in front of us. I am touched that my mother throws her arm protectively in front of me when I slam on brakes, even though we are wearing seat belts.

- Pulling out an indoor grill pan that belonged to my father. The grilled red sockeye salmon was all the better for being cooked in a pan that had been seasoned with love.


LL Cool Joe said...

Grey days are nice too, as long as there aren't too many of them!

If I brake in the car and one of my daughter's is sitting next to me, my immediate reaction is to put out my arm to protect them. Even though we have seat belts and air bags.

Seasoned with love - beautiful.

Ily said...

I love foggy, grey days like that! Even a good thunderstorm is refreshing and is good for the soul.

Your mom sounds a lot like mine, always looking out for me when it should be the other way around now.

Everything tastes better when "seasoned with love." Have a happy Monday!!

Granny Annie said...

Who would think of taking a picture of a grey day? What a neat idea and what neat thoughts and feeling come from looking at it. Happy memories that even grey days can bring.

desk49 said...

In the mist buildings lean
some skyline was never seen
Some mothers love never end
salmon cooked in love back when

That was nice of your mother.
My mother use to throw me between her and the steering wheel when she would almost wrack.
Talon put that rock down it was a joke. :-P

nice post.

Holland said...

I have seen too many grey days, so I am truly happy that there only a few per season here in Miami.

Your mum still protecting you like that... ain't that something special?

That is just beautiful "seasoned with love"

Fireblossom said...

I drive like a bat out of hell, usually, but when my dog Bosco is in the car, I drive like a little old lady, and throw my arm over like that, every time I brake. Yes, he rides in the front passenger seat!

Call me crazy, but I like gray days. Then again, I am somewhat photosensitive.

sage said...

Last week, when I was in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, there were a couple occassions when the fog rolled in off the lake--always a special time. Sounds as if you have wonderful parents.

Jannie Funster said...

Ahh, seasoned with love,how sweet. Mom still uses the cast iron frying pan Dad's mom used. That's some wicked seasoning, and only a few bonks on various heads.

Just kidding,just kidding on the bonks on the head. (Mostly.) :)

Hopefully your grey day wasn't too muggy??


And reading through the comments, so many nice arm throwers. Fireblossom is so nice to Bosco.

xo (again)for good measure, and because you are such a dear and well loved.

Brian Miller said...

love that last true...we have one of those that has been passed along as well...

Anonymous said...

Perhaps a grey day is nature's way of seasoning the earth with a little love too? Yeah, must be. What else could rain be for, right?

Let's all put on the brakes and reach for the person next to us. That way, there would be less wars in the world. :)

Sorry, I'm a bit out there today. I need chocolate.

Mama Zen said...

The mama reach. I do that to everyone now.

Jewel Allen said...

Love salmon!!

Your mother sounds lovely. Glad you were okay.

I'm going to Atlanta August 1st. Just an overnighter. Any chance we can meet up??

TALON said...

Moms are the best (well the best ones are the best anyway)!

Seasoned with love - that's beautiful!

Riot Kitty said...

I automatically throw out an arm when I slam on the brakes too...although whether I'd do that with Dick Cheney in the car, I can't say ;)

Lynn said...

Joe -

I really don't mind a gray day. I gave dad that grill pan for his birthday two years ago and so when we were packing up their kitchen, I got it back. Yesterday was the first time I had used it since we died. It's a great one, too, with sides.

Ily -

Thankfully it rained some in the last few days - we got a good drenching.

Same here on the mom thing.

Happy Monday to you!

Granny Annie -

Me! Thank you. I was sitting at the traffic light and liked how the buildings were framed in the mist.

Ellis -

Thank you! And did the rock hit you? :)

Monique -

I can't imagine what that would be like - so many sunny days. We haven't had enough gray ones lately in my opinion.

Shay -

I drive the same way when I have my cat Sophie in the car - she wails and wails - she hates riding in the car. I am so distracted that I drive extra slow. :)

Lynn said...

Sage -

I loved those photos on your website. My dad passed away last December - he was indeed a special man. And my mom is special, too. And very witty. I like that about her.

Jannie -

xoxoxoxoxo - there - you are loved, too, my friend.

I like all that arm throwing talk, too. :)

lol at the cast iron bonking on the head! Or not.


Brian -

Don't you love using family hand-me-downs?

Tony -

Ah you make me smile! I think the world might be a better place if we reached for the person next to us more often.

And I love the thought of the gray day being nature's seasoning.

I'm with ya on the chocolate!

Mama Zen -

The funny thing is - I was trying to throw my arm across her at the same time.

Jewel -

My mom is lovely. It would be so much fun to meet up with you. My mom is moving to south Georgia and I am not sure of the weekend yet, but I have a feeling it might be that one. Can you email me closer to time? I think you still have my email address from the book thing.

Talon -

I sure miss my dad and I do think of that pan he loved so much as being seasoned with love.

Riot Kitty -

lol!!! I'm with you there. :)

Meredith said...

Oh, Lynn, those last two, and especially that last one, put a lump in my throat and moisture in my eyes. A more gourmet seasoning than love and remembrance I never have found. Blessings on you and your mom. I'm sure it's still hard sometimes...

And of course your mother put her arm out to protect you! I cannot imagine a mother could ever do anything else. Still, it's an incredibly beautiful gesture, that arm thrown out without a second thought. (Oh, there I go with the waterworks again. Maybe I'm too emotional today.)

That mist made me long for autumn somehow. Do you know what I mean?

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Lynn said...

Meredith -

I do love autumn and long for it, too. I know exactly what you mean.

I am so touched by your emotion. Yes - it is difficult for mom and me. My two sisters, too. We still can't believe he is gone. I loved using that grill pan and could see his fingers on it. I brought it to my house since I gave it to him as a present.

Have a great Tuesday, friend!

Snaggle Tooth said...

Almost looks like a ghost-city scape in your pic! A mother's instincts are always sharp!
Touching to feel so loved just using a pan!

Lynn said...

Snaggle -

What's just what I thought it looked like, too.