Today I’m sitting here, feeling very mellow, and it occurred to me that if I had to paint how I feel, I’m not sure I could figure out what color I’d be. Mellow being a good mellow! I’m definitely not Blue…
Santa Fe skies
For sure I’m not feeling green…
I definitely don’t feel dirty, or brown…
Or even in the shadows….
So how do we paint our feelings? I’m happy, well fed, relaxed, safe, loved, and……mellow. How do I paint all that and clean too?
Have you ever tried to paint how you feel in a color? If you were to do that, what color would you use, would it change daily, weekly, or at all?
This is what I feel like today..mellow, and happy!
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The skies are gray and cloudy on this Monday morning as we eagerly await a promised thunder, lightning, and rain storm. We had a wonderful winter with many rain storms, but I really want some drama along with that lovely rain. California is just coming out of a drought, and the Southern part never gets as much as the Northern part.
I was born in Michigan, on the outskirts of Detroit, in Royal Oaks, a then thriving community. We had many thunder storms, and even as a young child, I loved rain, thunder, and lightning. In the 50’s, my mother, and all three of us kids would take the train from the Union Station in Los Angeles, all the way to Indiana to visit my Great Grandma. After we visited for a few weeks, we’d all get back on the train, and go to Michigan to visit my Grandma. Those were some of the most memorable times of my young life.
The three of usl made new friends in both places, and each time we’d visit, we looked forward to re-establishing our friendships. The one thing I loved to do with my sister, and brother was look for fireflies. We’d put them in mason jars, and the fireflies would be flickering off, and on as we pretended we were exploring in the neighborhood. Back then...in olden days, we didn’t need to worry about being out after dark, and we played outside for hours. By the time Mom called us in to get ready for bed, it was dark outside, and hot and humid in the house, we could hardly sleep at night. The next day thunder storms would pop up, it would rain, and the whole thing would start over. We had wonderful trips, and lasting memories to share.
At the end of our vacation, my father would drive to Michigan, pick us up, and we’d then have another adventure on the way home. Dad would have three weeks off, so we were able to see a lot of America. The stories I have to tell …Oy! That will happen nother time…..
Today as we wait for the promised storm, all my flowers, and plants are eager to get some of that precious rain. My plumeria is starting to bloom, and eager for more water. I even planted a few herbs to start my herb garden. Sage, chives and, basil are new. The rosemary is thriving, and my cilantro has seeded itself, and probably won’t be back up until later this year or early next year. I can’t do without my cilantro, so if it takes too long I’ll buy another plant.
While I’m waiting for rain…I’m planning my next painting, getting my sketch book ready, and ……Oh No, it seems to be clearing up. Still a little humid, we received all of 23 1/2 rain drops. Not enough to entice my plants into growing overnight. I am so disappointed that it isn’t going to rain, but maybe the next storm will bring rain, and thunder. In the meantime I’m going to start working on my next sketch, and have a relaxing evening.
By for now, thank you for checking in on Stone Soup. See you next time……
The first thing I want to do is appologise to all of you. For some reason I set this post to publish today, not the forth of July weekend. Why….who knows. I can think of many reasons, however I found it tonight and I don’t have any idea why! So i’m going to publish it anyway. The flowers are from my friend Johnelle’s garden, and so beautiful I couldn’t resist.
Today is a special day, a day to have family picknicks, & the gathering of friends & family. This is a weekend we all love to go to a special place to camp, or for some of us, the retreat might be a “staycation.” For many, fireworks are a yearly part of the 4th. For us, this year we didn’t go. It was too cold here in North San Diego for me to sit comfortably.
As the weather warms up, I’m warming up as well. I have ideas! Ideas for painting, decorating, gardening, and ideas for fashion. It’s been important for me to stay away from stores in general. Everything except grocery stores, and that seems to be just as dangerous. (I love to shop, especially if it is for me.)
My tomato, and bell pepper plant are growing big. The cilantro,has decided to throw in the towel, and be compost. The celery along with a new organic parsley plant are growing quite well. This gives me hope that they too will survive.
The lawn, well we have stopped watering the lawn altogether. The drought has pushed us into a brown lawn, maybe brown dirt is a better way to describe it. It takes a lot of work, and a huge amount of water to keep our lawn green and healthy looking. Then….. there is Daisy, our dog! She is helping make the decision to eliminate grass. Between the drought and Daisy, our lawn doesn’t stand a chance. Although I have wanted to do something different with that area for a long time, anything I want to do isn’t affordable!
All the other plants are fine. We have just about totally replaced water guzzling plants with drought tolerant plants, and anything that doesn’t live around here, will get replaced with a boulder!
They don’t take much time, or water…..they just sleep a lot!
I was sitting outside realizing the other day, and looked over to the side of my yard only to see this amazing slash of color. I haven’t any idea what their names are, but the oranges and reds were a glow in the sunlight, and it took my breath away.
Since this is Thursday Time out for Art, I thought Zebra Designs & Destinations would like to see what a Southern California back yard might look like. We’ve gone succulents because of our water shortage, but with these colors we’re not missing out on much.
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