Blog

Judy's Rose Garden at 704


Roses have played a special significance in Judy Pennington's life. Her husband Jim gave her rose bushes rather than cut flowers on celebratory occasions. Red, double delight and yellow are still her favorites. When Jim died suddenly, Judy hired Witherspoon Rose to plant a garden in his memory beside the brick wall of their house at 704 W. Willowbrook Drive.


The brick wall and adjacent patio also carry significance as a gift from Judy's parents. Her father was well-known in the community who did sand, stone and excavation work. Richard Moore, a close friend and co-worker, was the brick mason for the wall. When her parents moved from the country to the Village at Brookwood, Judy shared the beautiful roses with them until their deaths in their late nineties. 


Judy's move from the W. Willowbrook home in September after 35 years was an emotional one. She commissioned me to paint a memory of Jim's rose garden against the brick wall and beside the millstone. I am touched by Judy's love of family, sense of place, and attention to legacy. Her stories behind the painting were shared with great appreciation of history and of the connectedness within life's flow. I was pleased that she was overjoyed with the painting.

 

How is my heart? Mine is moved by the story of 704 W. Willowbrook. Thank you, Judy.

Comment on or Share this Article


Roxie


Roxie

Roxanne Dutchess of Provincetown ("Roxie") lived a happy and fun-filled life with Linda and Buster Freeman for close to 14 years. An English Springer Spaniel, tri-color in black, white and tan, she distinguished herself from the litter of eight by running and turning a back flip. She was definitely the one to take home!


Young Roxie loved to play frisbee in the back yard. She would run with her back toward Linda, only to turn just in time for the catch. Buster insisted that she had "eyes in the back of her head"! Roxie loved to ride the boat at the coast and swim in the family farm lake. Her favorite toys were her "babies"--identical tr-color pups that were constant companions, day and night.


Painting Roxie was both a joy and learning experience. Her hair was soft and velvety, not curly as similar breeds. Her eyes were intent yet warm, her white markings subtle yet contrasting. An artist herself, Linda guided my brush strokes into precision and familiarity. A pet's face mirrors a human one in color and expression. The Freemans knew their Roxie and I wanted her portrait to be just right! I knew I had succeeded when Linda smiled and said, "That's our baby!"


The other joy in the opportunity for painting Roxie lies in the celebration of deep friendship over many decades of our lives. Kindergarten for Buster, high school for Linda-- the memories of younger years are interwoven with the close bonds we share today. 
In these sunset years true friends lift us among the daily challenges of health concerns and losses, and they celebrate in life's good fortunes.


How is my heart?  Mine is filled with the wonder of relationships.

Comment on or Share this Article