|A squirrel dangles from the feeder.|
|Mimosa loaded with blooms.|
|The moon flower vine finally emerges.|
But for me, mid-summer means endless days of filling orders, doing demonstrations, supplying galleries with original work and making deliveries on tourist-clogged roads. Mind you, I am NOT complaining. I am grateful every day that my work is appreciated, but I so miss the free time of the off season when I could explore my favorite haunts to my heart's desire with no thought of time. Recently, at the end of a class, my students and I were treated to a rare sighting of an otter, his flat head bobbing up and down and his back like a sea serpent as he played in the small pond where we had been working. I was once again reminded of the gifts I receive when I get out of the studio. So please excuse the lack of field sketches throughout the summer. I'll have lots more to share when fall returns, but for now we can enjoy the sanctuary of
The Crooked Little House.
|Mary, Mary, how is your garden growing?|
|The trumpet vine drips with blossoms.|
"One of the definitions of sanity is the ability to tell real from unreal. Soon we'll need a new definition."
- Alvin Toffler