NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Eighteen

I had taken a week off my duties as Twitter-Aggregator (“I read twitter so you don’t have to!”) because sometimes you have to step back and regroup. Now it’s time to get back to it and to start trying to exert pressure again to get things done. It ain’t easy being ignored (and what else would you call a non-response from elected officials). For better or worse hope springs up again like daffodils after a bad winter.

All the time I was growing up
people in the movies
generally
did the right thing,
rose to the moment,
made the hard choice,
and even the bad guys
murmured their regrets
and whispered love for mom
in their final moments.
These days, that slaps me
in the face with each request
to send a crucial letter
to text or fax appeals
for the action so needed.
Sure, I think, of course.
Of course I will do that.
And then I wonder why
thousands or millions of
messages and words are needed
for a trusted leader
to do the right thing.
And that is the hardest
loss of all – where did it go
that “do the right thing?”
I don’t pretend that
movies are just like life
but if I have to ask you
to do the right thing
over and over and over
maybe I’m just asking
the wrong person.

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Eighteen

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NaPoWriMo 2019: Day Three

I fetched potting soil and pots and plant food. I repotted oxalis (hope that works!) and tidied and fed three geraniums, two of whom fought their way through winter, along with one that has a bit of hope still. Pulled over to write this and then took the scenic route home.

I am friendless or
everyone is my friend,
I no longer know.
I once giggled,
telling made up secrets
but now there’s no one to
come sharing fears or
carefully taking mine
in both hands.
The land is brown,
the trees empty, waiting out
the end of winter
In a month I’ll be decrying
how impossible the many greens,
so today – thank you trees
for bravely showing me
your strong dark selves
holding up your arms
against the barely warm sky.
Thank you for gathering up
my whispered truths
and staying put.

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NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Two

Went out this morning to paint and take a look around. The world is that sparrow brown gray although here and there a willow adds a glimmer of gold or some stunning red (think alizarin crimson!) brush along the rows.

Green spears
scattered daffodils
thrusting up
pushing aside the
grey-brown fog
of early April.
The still silent
birch sighs above
one woke crocus,
a yellow sun
in an otherwise
empty lawn.

Those daffodils were up a full inch or two higher when I returned home a few hours later!

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Another circle

round the sun yes indeed. There and back again.

Finally today the internet guy came and fixed my pitiful internet connection. And then he called my cell phone from my home phone number – probably from the outside box… ah the wizardry of internet phone guys.

So here’s to another year.

Tonight Mom and I had dinner:

Also the world needs more serene cat photos:

An unexpected bonus of trying to paint the geranium is that it’s still in surprisingly good condition, as are my other two, because frankly I paid more attention to them over the summer. Most of the time that involved dumping out the extra water left by torrential rain but for the hanging one it still involved watering.

I had penciled some thoughts onto my pochade box but need to find a way to make them readible and permanent:

INTENT • CONFIDENCE • RISK • PATIENCE*

(Standard caveat applies here, Persistence>Patience although in watercolor you do need patience to let things dry or dry some before continuing.)

And then I need to get out and paint more. But I did survive another August Postcard Poetry Fest – thirty-one plus poems written and sent out to people all over the USA and world. It’s a fun group.

I became a member of the Berkshire Botanical Garden (formerly the Berkshire Garden Center) so I can drop in to paint over the course of the year. That’s the plan – add more places to paint.

July the 6th – rain and coolness again

Serious rain this morning which cleared the air and made it in the 70’s with a nice blissful breeze. No sunset spectacle so I stayed home and put the potted plants to work.

cropped to square:

full:

my happy little roll of brushes:

The iPad geraniums I did earlier today at work

Geraniums

I’m not a bedding sort of gardener. I used to be a serious gardener, knowing all the real names of things and their growing requirements and all but now… well, I enjoy what I have and take things as they come. Even though I don’t do window boxes or planters I do like a good geranium. Last year I had one that was quite small and bushy and so dark red it was almost black. And it seems to have survived being dormant for the winter. We’ll see what happens to it. This year I got two more traditional pots, meant to hang, of “ivy” type geraniums. One is a darker burgundy color and the other is the standard bright scarlet. And I won’t lie, I got them mainly as things to enjoy and to paint. So here are the first goes at painting geraniums.

and now, the patient and beautiful real geranium.

Sunday, A Day Off

It was very rainy and gray. I obtained some grown up food for the kitties, mixing it with what’s left of mixed with kitten food because gosh darn it they’re huge and still growing and will be a year old in July. OMG. They’re huge. Molly likes the kitten food more than they do. Anyway they always enjoy helping me open up the bag.

I took a scenic route home but it was raining and such flat light that I came home. Decided to try the new palette of colors and did this.

After making similar images on an iPad at work it was good to see and feel the difference of working in “real” paint on paper.