Art in the Very Hot Garden

The temperature here in Central Oregon has dropped from the high 90’s to the low 80’s, so around seven in the evening the garden was pleasant and  inviting.  The star gazer lilies are abundant and lighting up the back yard with their intoxicating fragrance.  Maybe someone named them “Star Gazers” after their star-shaped blooms and the way they tilt toward the skies searching for their mirror-like images that shine in the night.  Or maybe not.  The ripe blueberries on the bushes got picked – before the birds discover them.  Cherry season is just ending here on the eastern slope, and I managed to get enough off my tree to make a few jars of cherry jam.  It’s so good.

Greg Brown sings a song, “Canning” that comes to mind as I’m preserving a little taste of summer in my jars:

Peaches on the shelf
Potatoes in the bin
Supper’s ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer,
Taste a little of the summer,
You can taste a little of the summer
My grandma’s put it all in jars.

Well, there’s a root cellar, fruit cellar down below
Watch your head now, and down you go…etc.

Star Gazer Lily

Blueberries

Blueberries
My Blueberry Bush

 

 

Cherries

Cherries
Under the Cherry Tree

Art in My Yellow Garden

Hello Yellow

The yard seems that it’s in its Yellow Phase.  Here, only the end of July, and Fall colors  are in full array.  The yellows are pure, full and vibrant, especially in the slanted light of morning.

 

 

 

Watercolor Journal Entry

Dazed Gardener

It is the heart that recognizes we are all unique expressions of the Love that is the essence of Life, and it is the heart that will wake us up to the truth that we are all in this together, floating on a tiny, blue-green jewel of a planet that is dancing through vast oceans of space. Mary O’Malley, “What’s in the Way is the Way.” (72)

 

 

 

Poppy Art – in The Garden

May 28th, this was so exciting.  The Oriental Poppies began opening their gonadal like pods and presenting cup shaped, wrinkled-paper, transparent red petals.  As I watched the unfolding of this stunning creative process, I wondered what it’s like to BE a flower giving birth.  I wanted to ask, “Does it hurt?  Do you labor to present such beautiful, fresh young beings?”  Actually I did ask.  The only reply was simply more poppies.

Poppies Everywhere.  Watercolor 2.  Watercolor 1 at top o page.

Clemati

So many surprises as the clematis continued their show. The larger purple blooms reminded my of the little ballet skirts my granddaughters wore for their recitals…and to grandma’s…and to the store…and in the tub…and to bed.  Memories are so precious.

 

Clematis Inner Beauty

May 23rd,  I awakened to a small bird just outside my window.  I believe it’s a Wren, but I don’t think that’s what he calls him self. We who don’t have wings need names for every thing under the sun, but anyway it was a sweet way to start the day. Small birds don’t survive long in the mountains, so this is yet another perk-me-up to ease my Skyliner home sickness.

First of the Garden Friends

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

May 27th, the rhododendrons that surround the edges of my house, front and back, began to announce themselves.  Their colors were lovely, deep magenta, dark pink, light pink, and lavender, oh I can’t forget the bright orange. The orange blooms might have been Azalea.  What a learning curve I’m negotiating.  There are literally hundreds of ground plants, bushes, and vines I have no clue as to their needs or wants. My deteriorating condition as a garden painter is evident, as you can see.  Oops. you can’t see.  In fact I’m in such a slump…I lost the painting.  Maybe next year.

Rhododendron

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I find it deeply fascinating to learn that the plant’s colors and their placement, in the wild and in the garden, is vital.  Orange and magenta, for instance, are blooms whose colors are situated across from one another on the color wheel.  According to plant biologists when opposing colors grow close together they attract more bees and other pollinators  and are healthier because they are better pollinated.  This speaks to the intelligence of nature, and to me this is a beautiful “knowing.”

 

 

Fall Equinox

There are special days in each year that carve memories, not all real great but most are great and worth celebrating.  My favorites are Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries, Solstices, Equinoxes, and on and on.  But, every year the real winner in my book is that awaited day that usually comes sometime in the Fall, after the rains have come, the temperature drops, we’re socked in for a couple of days – and then the clouds lift.  Bam! There on the horizon the most stunning gift of nature looms.  Brilliant, white with snow, and beautiful beyond thought are the four mountains that seem to keep watch over the foothills and towns below.

IT HAPPENED THIS MORNING ON THE FALL EQUINOX

Morning Magic

 

Oh Christmas Tree…Your Branches are so Lovely

This year Christmas decorating took back stage to the cleaning/showing routine I’ve fallen in to.  Our house remains UNsold, although it showed last week for the 31st time.  No greens or reds or Christmas colors can be found inside, but that which nature is offering OUTSIDE cannot be outdone.  Yesterday as the sun was setting I discovered just outside my window a beautiful flocked tree with tiny lights nestled amongst its branches.

This morning as the sun came up over the ridge, there is was more flocking and my tree                 gleamed  brilliant with new light.img_5469 img_5490

Today is Christmas Eve
Today is Christmas Eve

BLESSINGS TO ALL ON THIS CHRISTMAS EVE DAY.

Giving Thanks on Thanksgiving 2016

I posted this poem last Fall, but it’s one of my favorites:

“Slowly,

She celebrated the sacrament of letting go.

Then orange, yellow and red, Finally she let go of her brown.

Shedding her last leaf she watched its journey to the ground.

She stood in silence wearing the color of emptiness

Her branches wondering how do you give shadow with so much gone.

She stood empty and silent stripped bare leaning against the winter sky.

She began her vigil of trust

                                                              And then the sacrament of waiting began.”

Winter is the season I “wait” for each year, anticipating the peace, surprise, and absolute beauty of snow all around, on the ground, in the trees, flakes falling through the cold skies.  Thanksgiving in the past marked the first day of skiing on the mountain.  It still does for the younger part of my family, but now, a bit older and a whole lot more cautious, I’m blessed with “slow beauty”  – or cross country skiing.  Isabella and I venture out daily, she wearing bear feet and I my skis, to feel the blessing of all that is in and all around.  I’m thankful for the quiet of winter and “trust” that the snows are here to stay.  A fire in the wood stove, holiday lights inside and out, a blanket and a good book to end the day is what I have?  (Just read “Lab Girl” – so good and funny – and now “Boys in the Boat” – well written.)  Thank you all for being but, yet, one more blessing that I can give thanks for.

Wishing everyone a Thanksgiving filled with love, kindness, wellbeing, and warmth – the warmth part is for those who prefer  temperatures that would melt snow. 

 

Isabella

 

The young ones on the mountain
The younger ones ski on the mountain on Thanksgiving
Slow Beauty
Slow Beauty

The Best Weather Ever

Usually I take my dog for a walk.  That means I lead.  Today I let her take me.  I followed her up through a valley of snow laden trees and along the edge of a small stream hidden under its banks.  Most the time Isabella, my dog,  was out of sight and I tracked her by her prints in the snow.  Interestingly there were a second set of paw prints fresh amongst hers.  This is not unusual, except that there was not another owner in sight.  Hum!  Could it have been a coyote?

Path by Stream
Path by Stream
Imagine the creek sounds. The video is not loading.
The End of the Trail