This is a big weekend.
It marks the end of summer, and the start of new things. Which is ironic when you consider that it's time to harvest fields, cut the last of the summer blooms, and prepare for the shorter days and longer nights of autumn. For me, it's hard to get through these last few days of August without giving in to the urge for new notebooks, shoes, and a trip to the hair salon. Whether I need any of it or not, I'm sorely tempted. In the interest of full disclosure, I did hit up Staples, but it was for stuff I really, truly needed. (Can one ever have enough stickies?)
What I have chosen for a theme this time around is: The Pick of the Day.
The plums I have painted today came from a new friend, who has a love of art and all things that bloom.
She brought a bag of these luscious plums by after seeing them on her neighbor's tree. Imagine that, plums growing in Boston, MA. They came to me in a white paper bag which had a card attached, "paint me!" It's nice when things are spelled out so clearly...
I enjoyed getting to know these plums, and I especially loved painting the "bloom" of dusty purple... which you can wipe off, and then they shine a deep, dark purple. But for today at least, the bloom stays on the rose, or in this case, the plum.
It marks the end of summer, and the start of new things. Which is ironic when you consider that it's time to harvest fields, cut the last of the summer blooms, and prepare for the shorter days and longer nights of autumn. For me, it's hard to get through these last few days of August without giving in to the urge for new notebooks, shoes, and a trip to the hair salon. Whether I need any of it or not, I'm sorely tempted. In the interest of full disclosure, I did hit up Staples, but it was for stuff I really, truly needed. (Can one ever have enough stickies?)
What I have chosen for a theme this time around is: The Pick of the Day.
The plums I have painted today came from a new friend, who has a love of art and all things that bloom.
She brought a bag of these luscious plums by after seeing them on her neighbor's tree. Imagine that, plums growing in Boston, MA. They came to me in a white paper bag which had a card attached, "paint me!" It's nice when things are spelled out so clearly...
I enjoyed getting to know these plums, and I especially loved painting the "bloom" of dusty purple... which you can wipe off, and then they shine a deep, dark purple. But for today at least, the bloom stays on the rose, or in this case, the plum.
