Last Saturday, I had a Spring Fling at It’s About Time. Pam, Susan and Terri were so nice to let me show some of my art and jewelry and I had such a good time spending the day with them that I think I’ll just move in! I love their beautiful shop – and them!
Here are some pictures:
Handmade terra cotta tiles with Majolica glaze
oil-painted butterflies on antique ivory piano keys
photos and note cards
little pieces of art
Pam, Terri and me – Susan wasn’t here for the picture
my two sweet helpers – my daughters, Anna and Elizabeth.
I couldn’t have done it without their support, encouragement and errand-running
and last, but never least – my good friend JoCarol without whom I could do nothing!
I was paying bills (yuck) and stopped for a drink of water. As I drank the last drop, I noticed how pretty my Mother’s Day flowers looked through the bottom of the glass. Naturally, I ran for my camera and took a bunch of pictures. I’m easily sidetracked. There are just so many more fun things to do than pay bills! Right?
Like take pictures of flowers through a glass.
In all different kinds of light.
From all different angles.
Then, I had to post a new blog since it’s been a few days. Right? Right!
Well, being without electricity and water WON’T be fun so I’m going back to bill-paying. Right now. Right this very minute.
But, I wonder what else would look pretty through the bottom of a glass…
My New Dawn roses are climbing the arbor and looking beautiful. They smell delicious, too.
Imagine this…the Painted Bunting and his wife on this gate with the roses – and I didn’t have the right lens on my camera! I will see it in my mind forever, though, and hope you can picture it, too.
Terrier means earth dog. Can you tell? Bonnie was helping Anna in the garden yesterday, snorfling in the mud like a little pig. She seems to especially like the pepper patch. No need for a shovel if she is on the job. Just point where a hole is needed and she gets to work – doing what she was born to do.
Look what’s been visiting my feeder! It’s a Painted Bunting. We hear him singing all day long and run to the window when he sounds close. There are two males that we know of. They are elusive and getting a good look at them takes persistence and diligence. Last evening, David and I sat on the porch with a camera, two pair of binoculars and iced tea. It has become our entertainment – much better than a movie. We were rewarded with a good show. The male was singing his heart out, hidden, while his mate ate her fill. I suppose he was drawing attention to himself to keep her safe. Then, he had his turn. As soon as the sun set, they were gone, snug in their nest for the night, but back again first thing this morning. Such magnificence in such a tiny package. The handiwork of a creative heavenly Father.
…my favorite day of the week – the whole weekend ahead.
My youngest daughter is quite a gardener. What started long ago, as a toddler hunting for ready-radishes like Easter eggs in Grandad’s garden and helping Grampy with his tomatoes, has become what appears to be a life-long passion. She has a large garden at our house and we enjoy the fruits of her labor. Actually, since she is in college, we are enjoying the labor! Really. We thought we were ‘tending it for her, but find ourselves out there watering in the evenings and enjoying it very much. She told us, this weekend, not to refer to it as HER garden anymore. She thinks we’ve put in enough time to claim joint ownership. That makes me a little sad. Someday, it will be all ours. No – I think we will keep calling it Anna’s Garden…and smile…and water…and weed.