Summer Season of Change

Summer feels like it is here…hot, hot and more hot days.  Tomatoes are nestling in the Topsy Turvey, herbs are abundant, jasmine is in full bloom.  Last year’s sunflowers are poking up towards the sun and spatterings of clouds.  The sun is scorching and I am desperately trying not to get a farmers tan to go along with my outdoor nurturing of new blossoms.

My babies- the human ones are nearing preschool and it will be a sad but welcomed time, for my studio calls and I am perpetually drained of energy for all else but nursery rhymes and the beckons of sticky mouths.  Their cherub faces will belong to other teachers, caregivers and their real Mommy and Daddy.  I have found a way, though, to keep them close to heart and home for myself to cherish, as they are subjects for my newest series.  They will always be my babies – too.

On other pages of my tot-filled brain is the note that I neglected to post pictures of the last ukulele bag I completed last summer.  Uggh.  That chapter closed months ago with my blogging pages and intellectual thought.  I forgive myself in between silent recitation of “Goodnight Moon” verses and Barney tunes.   I will post today the wave bag I finished and relinquished last summer.  A timely post for the upcoming season of sun, beaches and abundant scorn from Mother Nature.

I have a day planned to the fullest with errands and sunblock before I can retire to my brushes and oils for some air conditioning and reconditioning of my Barney brain.

Big Wave

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