It's been a tough summer
It rained through most of June.
There has been a multitude of "stuff"
Lots of little stuff
One or two big stuffs
But I know the best way out from under "stuff" is with gratitude
For sunshine ☀️, thank you for finally getting here.
For all the two legged and four legged beings
that care about me.
And of course grateful for Boysenberries
Walking to work there was a tiny dead baby mouse on the parking lot
The tiny mouse on the hard black top tugged at me and I was compelled to snap a photo. Knowing she would feed some other hungry baby I left the mouse there.
After sketching her, the art looked so bleak and for days it bothered me. So I changed the story and gave her an umbrella of flowers to rest under.
Hopefully I do the same in life.
Give people a place to rest, or a strong shoulder to lean on
We are so busy forgiving everyone for everything.
Are we remembering to forgive ourselves?
Especially for things we didn’t know we didn’t know?
During an ice storm a few years ago a beautiful old weeping cherry fell over in the yard. I left the roots and fallen stump because there was beauty in the mossy bark and it was a perfect home for Buddha
Over the years the tree has started re-growing and the most amazing microcosm has formed. The leaves have aphids, which brings tiny black beetles who eat the aphids, which brings bushtits to eat the tiny beetles and aphids.
Bushtits are itty bitty little birds who happily twitter in the weeping cherry not a foot from my head and bring me great joy, for which I am grateful
Every morning I put out bird food and a few scoops of sunflower seeds.
The seeds feed birds and squirrels and possums and brown rats.
Some of the seed goes in feeders, a feeding platform and some is scattered for the ground feeders.
A delightful benefit from all this feeding is
A mini field of volunteer sunflowers
As everyone knows, I’m not a bible quoter but…
As ye sow so shall ye reap
Looking back at my sketchbooks it seems not only do I enjoy eating the bounty of each season but my art is influenced by it as well
Why not? Much as I love the stark beauty of trees without their leaves, late summer is the time to inhale the scent of sweet peas and try to capture their garish hues on paper
Roses to paint and blackberries to draw and devour.
Soon pumpkins will appear in my sketchbooks and on the table
But for now August has my heart. After all it’s my favorite month of the year
Tidy gardens seem an oxymoron
Mother Nature prefers untidy