On sunny days of summer and early fall,
I’m painting on the coast,
but grey days are writing and blog days.
Not that my blog is grey today
thanks to a bright red bird
My teenaged son and I
visited her tearoom and gardens
this time last August.
How can I describe Nervous Nellie’s?
Even the owner isn’t sure:
“I always feel stymied when I try to describe Nervous Nellie’s: a cottage industry that is actually in a cottage? A quirky living museum of island life and culture? A folk art sculpture garden that feels magical, hilarious and poignant all at once? A colorful shop of handmade goods and a tea room with homemade goodies? A sandbox with great toys? A dog that smiles?”
Nervous Nellie’s was just
the place to unwind.
Artist Peter Beerits forms
his life-size creations
out of found
and donated objects,
My son noticed that
this whimsical creature
was born from
the guts of
a baby grand piano.
In the woods, we found the junk court of King Arthur . . . and some other folks:
Nervous Nellie’s isn’t so much a sculpture garden but a sculpture town.
We stepped inside Red’s Lounge . . .
To hear some blues.
Then we shared a quiet morning
from another time.
After a real tea with Nellie,
we went back
to my friend's cottage
with jars of jam
in a lobster fisherman’s bait bag.
My favorite was Blackberry Peach Conserves.
It tasted like sunshine.
Book to read on Deer Isle:
My favorite Sarah Dessen novel,
The Truth About Forever,
revolves around a teenaged boy
who makes sculptures out of junk.
His girlfriend has a summer job catering.
Wes and Macy would love Nervous Nellie’s too.
Next Post: Wednesday August 31st
It's time for another mom-son vacation
before school resumes (yikes!)