Sunday’s Paints

I headed off pretty early to the Berkshire Botanical Garden where a lot of people were wandering around looking at plants. Chatted with some nice folks, and noticed that just like the days of sitting with raffle quilts at shows, it is often the MEN of couples passing by who stop to chat and see what you’re doing. So fascinating. Anyway, people stopped, young and old, to chat and talk about what I was doing and what they do. The roses smelled great and a lot of flower beds were coming into their prime.

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and a final paint in my front yard after a nice dinner with Mom. If you haven’t signed up for the August Postcard Poetry Fest 2019, there’s still some time – registration closes July 4th!

Resolve in advance to persist until you succeed, no matter what the difficulty. — Brian Tracy

Sunday’s Paints

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Blooming!

Everything’s very green but this week the peonies and early day lily Stella D’Ora are blooming! And one of my winter-overed geraniums is going to bloom soon enough – lots of flower buds forming!

Blooming!

Day Two Of Painting Before The Clouds Set In

Today was sunny again but not the bright blue skies of yesterday. At one point I thought I’d have to throw everything into the back of the car due to what looked like imminent rain but the darkness passed and I kept going. Came home and gave the front yard a quick clip and now it’s time to wash all these clothes. First thing I did yesterday was get a sleeve into quinacridone violet and touch my skirt and paper. Oh well. Today I came home splattered with greens but less on my clothes.

Diligence is the mother of good luck.
— Benjamin Franklin

Day Two Of Painting Before The Clouds Set In

Paint Day at Last!

It’s been rainy. I’ve been working. This morning though, the sun was out AND I was off work and so I headed out pretty early. Got coffee and even lunch on my way out of town and ended up wandering around and finally at the Clark for awhile for painting. There were a couple bus loads of school kids who kept the cows moving around up on the field and the kids were very interested in what I was doing and quite enthusiastic. Someone from the Clark asked if he could take a photo of me (very picturesque I am sure I was in my hat and all!)

Here are some photos from the day, including one showing my palette all cleaned and ready to go both tomorrow and for next week’s class in Troy.

Paint Day at Last!

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Thirty

There may be one more. Or not. This was started in the wee-small hours. I appreciate all the visitors and all the poems that were shared by the April poets!

The Last before May

Why, April,
are you so fickle?
holding back words
pelting down rain
and even snow
You’ve teased and
tossed your head
and now trees are
clouds, rolling waves
upon the hills
now green again.
But you, you dance
and sing
and wave
and go again.

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Thirty

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Nine

Can’t believe it’s almost over, since it feels like I’m about to fly

Arms outstretched,
as wide as I
horizon line
air and ground
with the sun
so warm in my eyes
my head glows
while my feet
live in shadow
air and ground
Fingers spread
a small jump
let go of
gravity.

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Nine

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Five

She came, needing to buy
a replacement for something
broken — accidentally,
unfortunately, sadly —
and then she began to weep,
her husband, not dead six days
would have known how to fix it
how to do all those things
and she did not,
and so she stood with me
weeping, both of us
and a wordless space
holding on to each other
no heroes,
trying again to breathe.

I told a minister a little about this chance encounter and said something like – what can anyone say? He said – I can tell you as a minister there is nothing you can say in times like that. It was an interesting day – one of those days when you wonder what the world is trying to tell you, and if that’s the case, why can’t it speak a little plainer.

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Five