Last week I drove down to Berkeley, CA — approximately 130 miles from my house — to water my sister’s orchids. This was not the original plan. When Sarah decided to go diving in Bali, she offered me her apartment as a refuge, writing retreat, change-of-pace place if I needed one. Which sounded great to me. As the days unfolded, however, this proved to be hard to accomplish.
To make a long story short, I ended up not being free to go until the precise moment when her plants were going to be in serious trouble without water, so I jumped in the car. A promise is a promise, and sometimes you can’t delegate things. I haven’t asked her permission to show you her place, but I took some photos of things I loved seeing there, like this slate carving by our cousin Michael Updike (he does gravestones, too, if you need one).
And a painting by our Aunt Mary (Michael’s mom and our late mother’s sister).