Last Updated On November 20, 2021

 

I'm no botanist.If you're the color of sulphur and growing at the roadside, you're goldenrod. -Maggie Smith

 

 

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November. The delights are piling up so fast I’m going to have to transition into “short stack” mode (trademark: Ross Gay), which means I will start grouping my delights short order cook style into a layered pancake-like…delight! Dig in.

My favorite sun.

Not my favorite “son”. All my sons are my favorite. Some might say- favorite sun? There’s only one sun, so doesn’t it have to be your favorite? Oy. I don’t even have time for this (yes I do), haven’t you watched Blue’s Clues? The sun is a hot star baby! There are lots of suns out there sporting there own planet friends and there are billions of potential star-turned-suns out there waiting for their time. I mean, yes, our sun is the one I know most personally but is it always that your favorite is your most familiar?

Turns out though I am talking about a certain face of “our” sun. My favorite sun is a heavy afternoon yolk sun, just letting it all hang out, blinding you on your evening commute. That sun took off her bra. She’s like hey, I’m not peeking, I’m going down like a bowl of goodness. This sun is a delight to encounter.

Another delight is color matching my nail polish to my favorite sun so I can BE the light physically and figuratively. Every time I type or point or gesture I catch a glimpse of my stand-in favorite suns arcing across my vision and I can’t help but smile that I captured this small token against the gloom. If only I could shoot happy lasers of full spectrum light and vitamin D from them, then I would be some kind of seasonal affective superhero.

I purchased said nail polish on my inaugural trip to the new Ulta (cosmetics store) location with my son who says he feels awkward there and then right on cue, “May I help you?”- a male sales associate with the most enviable cat-eye liner glides over. Delight. Ulta is for everyone. Maybe Sephora is for the unattainably perfect, I don’t know. But Ulta with my son that night was great fun surrounded by gleaming displays lit up against the dark and roving color geeks touching, sniffing, swabbing against the insides of their wrists and complimenting each other. Delight.

The color of my favorite sun is also the color of my favorite flower (delight) and my favorite color in general (delight). I get to see it every time I sit before my bookshelf which similar to my nails, I color matched to the golden rod growing outside.

Mission Re-imagine Bookshelf involved my son (another one) following me into countless stores with a photo of golden rod on my phone but also my inner conceptualization of what I felt the golden rod’s color to be. My favorite son (among my other favorite sons and my favorite sun) may have attained sainthood on this mission that sprawled over a few days and many layers of more than one hue of paint to achieve my golden rod aspirations. My bookshelf literally glows in my living room writing nook no matter the season and it is a daily delight to me. As are my sons and my sun.

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Last Updated On November 20, 2021

 

I'm no botanist.If you're the color of sulphur and growing at the roadside, you're goldenrod. -Maggie Smith

 

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November. The delights are piling up so fast I’m going to have to transition into “short stack” mode (trademark: Ross Gay), which means I will start grouping my delights short order cook style into a layered pancake-like…delight! Dig in.

My favorite sun.

Not my favorite “son”. All my sons are my favorite. Some might say- favorite sun? There’s only one sun, so doesn’t it have to be your favorite? Oy. I don’t even have time for this (yes I do), haven’t you watched Blue’s Clues? The sun is a hot star baby! There are lots of suns out there sporting there own planet friends and there are billions of potential star-turned-suns out there waiting for their time. I mean, yes, our sun is the one I know most personally but is it always that your favorite is your most familiar?

Turns out though I am talking about a certain face of “our” sun. My favorite sun is a heavy afternoon yolk sun, just letting it all hang out, blinding you on your evening commute. That sun took off her bra. She’s like hey, I’m not peeking, I’m going down like a bowl of goodness. This sun is a delight to encounter.

Another delight is color matching my nail polish to my favorite sun so I can BE the light physically and figuratively. Every time I type or point or gesture I catch a glimpse of my stand-in favorite suns arcing across my vision and I can’t help but smile that I captured this small token against the gloom. If only I could shoot happy lasers of full spectrum light and vitamin D from them, then I would be some kind of seasonal affective superhero.

I purchased said nail polish on my inaugural trip to the new Ulta (cosmetics store) location with my son who says he feels awkward there and then right on cue, “May I help you?”- a male sales associate with the most enviable cat-eye liner glides over. Delight. Ulta is for everyone. Maybe Sephora is for the unattainably perfect, I don’t know. But Ulta with my son that night was great fun surrounded by gleaming displays lit up against the dark and roving color geeks touching, sniffing, swabbing against the insides of their wrists and complimenting each other. Delight.

The color of my favorite sun is also the color of my favorite flower (delight) and my favorite color in general (delight). I get to see it every time I sit before my bookshelf which similar to my nails, I color matched to the golden rod growing outside.

Mission Re-imagine Bookshelf involved my son (another one) following me into countless stores with a photo of golden rod on my phone but also my inner conceptualization of what I felt the golden rod’s color to be. My favorite son (among my other favorite sons and my favorite sun) may have attained sainthood on this mission that sprawled over a few days and many layers of more than one hue of paint to achieve my golden rod aspirations. My bookshelf literally glows in my living room writing nook no matter the season and it is a daily delight to me. As are my sons and my sun.

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Last Updated On November 20, 2021

I'm no botanist.If you're the color of sulphur and growing at the roadside, you're goldenrod. -Maggie Smith

This piece is part of my Garden of Delights series, see The Garden of Delights 30 Day Writing Challenge if you would like to participate all through the month of November. The delights are piling up so fast I’m going to have to transition into “short stack” mode (trademark: Ross Gay), which means I will start grouping my delights short order cook style into a layered pancake-like…delight! Dig in.

My favorite sun.

Not my favorite “son”. All my sons are my favorite. Some might say- favorite sun? There’s only one sun, so doesn’t it have to be your favorite? Oy. I don’t even have time for this (yes I do), haven’t you watched Blue’s Clues? The sun is a hot star baby! There are lots of suns out there sporting there own planet friends and there are billions of potential star-turned-suns out there waiting for their time. I mean, yes, our sun is the one I know most personally but is it always that your favorite is your most familiar?

Turns out though I am talking about a certain face of “our” sun. My favorite sun is a heavy afternoon yolk sun, just letting it all hang out, blinding you on your evening commute. That sun took off her bra. She’s like hey, I’m not peeking, I’m going down like a bowl of goodness. This sun is a delight to encounter.

Another delight is color matching my nail polish to my favorite sun so I can BE the light physically and figuratively. Every time I type or point or gesture I catch a glimpse of my stand-in favorite suns arcing across my vision and I can’t help but smile that I captured this small token against the gloom. If only I could shoot happy lasers of full spectrum light and vitamin D from them, then I would be some kind of seasonal affective superhero.

I purchased said nail polish on my inaugural trip to the new Ulta (cosmetics store) location with my son who says he feels awkward there and then right on cue, “May I help you?”- a male sales associate with the most enviable cat-eye liner glides over. Delight. Ulta is for everyone. Maybe Sephora is for the unattainably perfect, I don’t know. But Ulta with my son that night was great fun surrounded by gleaming displays lit up against the dark and roving color geeks touching, sniffing, swabbing against the insides of their wrists and complimenting each other. Delight.

The color of my favorite sun is also the color of my favorite flower (delight) and my favorite color in general (delight). I get to see it every time I sit before my bookshelf which similar to my nails, I color matched to the golden rod growing outside.

Mission Re-imagine Bookshelf involved my son (another one) following me into countless stores with a photo of golden rod on my phone but also my inner conceptualization of what I felt the golden rod’s color to be. My favorite son (among my other favorite sons and my favorite sun) may have attained sainthood on this mission that sprawled over a few days and many layers of more than one hue of paint to achieve my golden rod aspirations. My bookshelf literally glows in my living room writing nook no matter the season and it is a daily delight to me. As are my sons and my sun.

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