Posts Tagged ‘flowers’

playing with CS5

May 23, 2010

FIrst experiment with the fake HDR feature….over the top but so much fun.

garden rant

July 24, 2009

Have I mentioned this before?  I HATE gardening.  I do like looking at, sitting in, pretty gardens.  And I’ve learned to really appreciate them, now that I know how much sweat and pain goes into making them pretty.  And there are real people, I’ve even met some, who claim to love time spent in the dirt.  They say it’s relaxing!  That’s the most incomprehensible thing I’ve ever heard.  More incomprehensible than liking Sarah Palin. This summer, readying my huge back yard for my daughter Jessica’s August wedding reception (of course I want it to be perfect for her) I have been waking every sunny morning with a sense of dread, and greeting the rainy days with joy, until I realize that rain is not only keeping me indoors (yum) but helping the weeds to grow (ugh).

I’m just now calling it quits from another day out there in the beautiful birdsong breezes, which I can’t enjoy because I’m in a state of rage and self-pity the entire time.  I’ve got this sacroiliac thing that literally paralyzes me with pain after only a few minutes of bending and stooping, so I have to stop and stop and stop to let the agony recede before I start again.  I can weed only by sitting there among the ants and spiders and mud, yanking out those tenacious roots.  I can’t kneel because my knee is still screwed up from a fall at a party in March, so I scoot around on my butt, sweat dripping in my eyes, poked by sharp sticks, a constant stream of swear words coming from my lips.  I slather myself in repellent, but the mosquitoes still find every little spot I’ve missed and merrily suck my blood.  (People LIKE this??)  And after hours of hard miserable labor, I step back to look at the results, and they’re barely noticeable, such a tiny percent of the vastness of the greenery.  The previous tenant put in at least a dozen circular plantings, so I have to pick around all those precious perennials–plants that I think must sense my loathing, as they turn black, shrivel, get chomped by bugs, and die while the weeds thrive.

Time to shower, pour some wine, sit out there and enjoy what’s left of the day, blurring my eyes so I won’t see all that needs to be done.  And pray for a rainy day tomorrow, so I can stay in and work on getting the house ready.  And maybe if I’m lucky find time to make some art.  But it is kind of pretty out there….

what, it’s May already?

May 4, 2009

And I didn’t post a single thing in April?  Damn.  I meant to.

What are there more of than stars in the sky, droplets in all the oceans?  Answer: pine needles in my back yard.  I’ve been raking them up for days and days, heaving huge heaps of them into the wagon my wonderful next-door neighbor Jim drives to the dump.  And still there are more, and more, and more. And leaves and twigs and branches.  Another dear friend, Steve, cleaned up my front yard for me for a reasonable price, but I really have to count pennies now so instead of hiring someone as I usually do, I picked up the rake and am going at it.  I don’t usually fret much about the yard, but there’s going to be my daughter Jessica’s wedding reception there in August, so it needs to look all clean and trim and spiffy and flowery, and I’d rather spend my yard budget on pretty things than raking. Can’t do too much at a time because my back starts screaming at me, but I have to admit it almost feels good to be doing physical work after the long sedentary winter.  I am SUCH a slug.

fading magnolia blossom

fading magnolia blossom

Now I’m about to take my sweaty self to the shower…blisters are stinging, and the tickling at the back of my nose is warning me of sneezing fits to come.  Off to deliver art to WAAM and Varga (if she’s around today) for this coming weekend’s shows.