Christmas has come and gone already and the “longest night of the year” has also passed. Our family had a wonderful Christmas Day together. We met at Flora and Han’s home, and they prepared a feast beyond compare.
We always marvel at their cooking, Flora at the helm, and Hans her right-hand man in the kitchen. We all agreed we could not find more delectable Chinese food anywhere from Bend, to Portland, or maybe even down to San Francisco. Her cooking not only reflects the joy she has for her country of origin and their cuisine but also her new life in the U.S. Her love for Hans and their new home is obviously in the mix.
You are welcome to stop by the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship, the beautiful newer building located at the bottom of Skyliner’s Rd. off Skyline Ranch Rd. The artist’s reception was on June 2nd, but the show will be available for viewing until August 4th. This is a juried show, and there are some very amazing pieces submitted by local artists. It is All About Birds, their habitats, nests, feathers portrayed in fabric, wood, sculptures, and paintings. Look for mine entitled, “Waiting.”
Beginning June 28th I will have two new paintings hanging at the Redmond Hospital in the halls just off the main entrance. In the works are large poppies, like the ones out my back door and all throughout my yard. Here’s a peek at the reference photos I took. By the way, the deer don’t eat poppies. Isn’t nature the best?
Photo of Poppies
These are growing in my side yard along with daisies and grasses.
Back Yard Poppies
As a side note, painting has been so helpful in my most recent cancer recovery. I’m doing better each day. Thanks for the support. It means so much.
November 12th, the birthdays of my son Terance Olaf Skjersaa ll and his dad Terance Olaf Skjersaa, was celebrated at Anthony’s. Ten Skjersaa’s were around the table celebrating this grand and fun day. Wishing both Terrys a great year to come.
I hope you can join me, along, with many other artists, for a one-day art show at Bend’s Touchmark Lodge. It is located adjacent to the Bend Athletic Club, just below the Century Dr. and the Mt. Washington Dr. roundabout. I look forward to seeing you there.
I will be showing framed work plus many hand painted holiday cards. Originals and prints are available.
Another track star in the family. Jade is in middle school, and a devout athlete. She’s an “A” student, skies, loves water sports, is an outstanding young visual artist, plays piano and violin, and was an up and coming gymnast. Recently multiple joint injuries forced her to discontinue her training. That was a sad transition for Jade. She loved that sport and trained at the gym at least three to four long afternoons and evenings a week. It’s nice that she has more free time to be with family and friends, or not. Her schedule, like most kids her age, is packed to the gills with activities.
Jade, her sister, and other neighborhood kids used to run back and forth past my front window on their travels between each other’s houses. Jade was so little but could run like the wind. They all wore flip flops, the road was a dirt lane, and Jade was usually out in front of the pack – her little legs going like a windmill. (I was often on “grandma alert” waiting for one of them to crash. Never happened…flip flops and all.) You know what they say about early childhood experience! She’s got some fast memory stored in her DNA. GO JADE.
Jade was born beautiful, both inside and out. She is sweet, fun, so funny – and eternally impossible to beat at any board game.
Congratulations to my oldest granddaughter, Ellie Skjersaa, a junior at Summit High in Bend. She took first place in the 2018 NW Classic XC race at Lane Community College last weekend. I just now called her, all excited and proud, exclaiming, “Ellie, congratulations.” Her reply was, “For What?” “The race, you won.” I said. “Oh, that was just a JV race. Can I call you back later?” She ran against 200 other girls in her “just a JV race.” She’s always been a winner, always humble and a very good team mate. Not only that, she’s a wonderful granddaughter, daughter, sister and is loved every day of her life by everyone in her family.
Out of a blast of thunder my Iris took wings. In Central Oregon this time of year hot dry days can create violent storms such as the small, isolated blast that shook me awake from an afternoon snooze. A wave of boldness seemed to overcome me, and knowing this painting was no “show stopper” I relaxed, had fun, put some paint down and am happy with the outcome. (Still no show stopper.)
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.
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.
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)