Trying to paint with confidence here. It's a lot harder than you think...
I've had a few scheduling conflicts the last couple of days, but over the next week I'll be posting to make up for it, so my 30 paintings will actually span about 34 days.
Hard to believe that it'll be October on Tuesday, and time to get some pumpkins on the porch!
Who doesn't love a Chickadee?
At our birdfeeder, they are often the most "frequent fliers', along with many pretty little finches.
Which gives me something to consider for tomorrow night!
Every spring we are inundated with Cardinals... the flashy males and the much more subdued females. The ladies have an advantage, I think, when it comes to safety. The only Cardinal our cat Jack ever caught was a big, brilliant male- and it broke my heart. After that, Jack was fitted with a collar and bell (too bad if he hated it), and the birds were if not safe, at least forewarned of his approach.
It's hard to comprehend the color of a Cardinal when you see it still and up close. How can anything in nature be that intense a color? And is it possible for anything to be as beautiful as that deep scarlet red against a background of snow?
It's something for us to look forward to in just a few months time...
Consider this a visual reminder:
If you want an Amaryllis to be in bloom at Christmas, you need to plan ahead.
I've potted up bulbs at Thanksgiving only to have them bloom too early; others have bloomed too late. To be perfectly honest about it, you need to pot 'em up and start watering (according to the directions) in waves. That's the only way to be sure you'll hit the mark.
It's never too soon to pull out that White Flower Farm catalog and consider your options.
Well, I am sorry to have confused those of you who follow my blog daily. I lost a beat, so to speak, and have had to scramble to catch up. But I'm very happy to report that I'm back on track.
Growing up in New York CIty, I only ever saw beets in a jar or at the Kosher counter of the deli as borscht, i.e. soup. It wasn't until I came to New England that I saw them in their natural state. Pretty gorgeous colors, don't you agree?
When my children were very young, there were some days that seemed longer than others. But I came up with a plan: I would toss them into the car to visit their grandparents, at least once a week and often more. As a young mother, I learned that a 30 minute drive would calm us all down on those days when nothing else could. It was a guaranteed nap for the stubbornly nap-less of the three (hello, Hally), and they all looked forward to an afternoon in the country.
During the summer months, they were allowed to poke around in the vegetable garden. If the time was right, they would pull up the often small and always oddly shaped carrots, wash them off in the barn, and gobble them up on the spot or feed them to the horses in their stalls. "Helping" to feed the horses was a thrill, and after distributing the oats and hay, we would head up to the house for a cup of tea. he cookie jar was always full and the tea was better than anything I could brew. My Father-In-Law always said it was the result of the fine quality of his well water, but I'm not so sure about that. There's much to be said for the virtue of tired, happy children.
I had dinner with my two daughters last night. We saw an old friend at the restaurant and were able to chat a bit, then we spent quite a while talking about school, work, tr. At some point the conversation turned to my blog and this 30 Day Challenge, and I was pleased and surprised at how strong and insightful their opinions were.
Hally mentioned that I really needed to add some landscapes to the blog. This painting is of a spot along the road leading into Jackson, WY.
Hally, this one's for you!
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