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Wednesday, August 31, 2011


Not the best picture, I had to snap it from the back deck.  But this cutie was perched on the wire fence, just scanning the yard.  I LOVE the way he has his feet... hanging on.  He sat there for quite some time.  And I thought, this is me.  This is how my summer has gone.  WAY busy, and WAY too much on my agenda, and not nearly enough time for ART.  And me just hanging in there, getting as much done as I can and not fretting too much over the fact that I am not getting as much done as I would like... which I would like to think is really mature of me
That being said, SUMMER IS WANING. Which makes me really sad. But I have to admit, when winter gets here, it does allow me for more time for my art.  I have been spending nearly everyday wandering the garden, pulling some weeds, picking tomatoes, marveling at nature, and just "BEING". 

Yesterday was the 3rd anniversary of Dad's passing.  It's shocking to think he has been gone for 3 years.
I don't think there is a day go by when I don't think of him.  It can be a beautiful sunrise, a glimpse of a deer in the woods, a tree that is growing crooked, or a song on the radio that brings a smile to my face.  Just little quips of life that make me want to share with Dad.  And perhaps he is still here to share, somehow.

I have Mom here with us for a few weeks.  Rescued from her life in Denver.  Not necessary to go into detail, but I was happy to run to Denver and bring her back for a well needed escape. Speaking of HANGIN ON..  She is getting weary of her present living arrangements.  She needs more  company.  Certainly HAPPY and POSITIVE people around her.    We are waiting patiently for an opening at a senior complex and I am hoping it happens soon.  I think she is ready at last to live on her own.  I so long for her to be happy.  Living with grumpy people is like Chinese water torture.  I have done it.  It sucks.  I am so blessed to be gifted with my parents' happy and cheerful spirit.

Because mom is showing signs of wear.  Grumpy people can do that to a cheerful spirit.  Their black cloud is
tough to abide.  I know Dad is with her and keeping an eye on things.  But I am beginning to think if she can't move in a reasonable amount of time, it might be time to look at other alternatives.  With what time she has left on this earth, it should be in a cheerful happy enviroment.  Happy people just don't survive long in gloomy
surroundings.  It's like a drought that hits a rain forest.  Things begin to wilt.  And I am seeing Mom wilt.
Gloomy people are comfortable in their black clouds.  But unfortunately, they want to pull you in... share their load.  And that's when it gets NOT GOOD.  Been there, done that. 

Sending you love Dad.  Never fear, I will keep my eye on things for you.  I miss you.

Monday, August 22, 2011


First came a local pie contest that needed a design.
Then came a fun sketch on the couch watching tv last night.
Out came the watercolors and ink pen and my pie royalty appeared.
This morning, some photoshop time, and a new
design was born.  The actual pie contest design is similar...
This design will go on an apron and kitchen towel to be awarded to the GRAND pie maker at tomorrow night's Glenwood's Downtown Market 1st annual pie contest. Pies, you see, are near and dear to my heart.   My mom has baked some amazing pies in her day.. the kind that make your knees feel week when you bite into a warm apple pie with vanilla ice cream melting over the pie.  I can make a decent pie, but I think it's only a mere mortal's attempt at Mom's great pies.  My grandmother used to make homemade  canned mincemeat and every Thanksgiving and Christmas we would line up for a piece of her mincmeat.  If you have never had the real McCoy homemade mincemeat pie, instead of the horrible boughten stuff they sell in the stores, you have missed a savory piece of pie history.
Even as kids, me and my clan of cousins, LOVED her mincemeat pies.  I wish she were here to bring one of her mincemeat pies.  I would be willing to bet, it would bring the grand prize.
ta for now

Wednesday, August 3, 2011


Roosters, honey, cherries, pears and mom's pie.
What a blast I had doing this series!  Already sold two.. a chicken and coffee themed art.
I want to do more of these..
when I get TIME~
need more time for art.
my daily cry!

Monday, August 1, 2011


Tall and almost ready to bloom.
can't wait!

These are the little spots in my garden that make me smile.
Blooms from the hens & chicks popping up around the garden critters.

Clematis bloom..

It has been a month of company.  All wonderful times.. lots of activity with family.  Very little art time.
Emalie was here with her mom for 18 days.
We had so much fun.  I tried to absorb every laugh, smile, kiss and hug.
Emalie painted flowers on my studio wall.. a perfect happy rememberance of her
time here. 
ART is love. 
LOVE is Family.
FAMILY is heart.