Saturday, February 23, 2013

Redistribution Strikes Feline Life....




Editor's note - this is a true account of a cat I know who was the victim of such treatment. He now understands the meaning of "there is no rest for the weary."

May your 'mines' remain yours so you can share what is yours when you have a mind to....

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Imagining Spring Into Existence: My Process

February is when I start to think about gardening. It’s the time of year when daylight hours are noticeably longer and we start to stir from winter’s hibernation. It’s easier to get up in the morning and easier to drive home at night from work. And didn’t that infamous eternal groundhog Punxsutawney Phil predict an early spring?

The energy the sun exudes cannot be underestimated! It always awakens a fresh hope and anticipation of expectation and I find myself overrun with ideas as the days grow longer.

I recently went out and took some pictures of my property where I intend on doing some landscaping this year. This particular spot is about 10 by 15 feet. I began to imagine myself sitting here in the warmer months and drawing, bird watching, or even napping! I love color and texture and natural fragrances, and pretty soon I was inside a lovely little world of herbs and flowers!

I printed my photo onto a piece of acrylic art paper.

My Connecting Threads ‘junk’ mail had come this week, so I pulled it out and began looking through for colors, shapes, and patterns.

I started tearing and cutting tiny pieces

and randomly placing a few on the photo.

Gluing such teeny tiny scraps is a chore! I added some paint for detail – and of course our fat cat Chubbs had to be there! And then I saw a trellis – reminiscent of the one my son Gabe made for me many years ago – and I wanted that to be my entrance point.

Painted clay pottery adds a lovely artistic flair and can be arranged and rearranged. I imagined several sizes bursting with color and foliage. I envisioned the soil dotted with some ground cover of white allysum and lemon thyme, added some flowers – anemones would be nice – over by the propane tank to hide it a bit, and outlined and shaded here and there.

Lastly, I coated it with some diluted Aleene’s tacky glue and put it into a frame!

I can feel the warmth and smell the fragrances every time I walk by it; and now I REALLY can’t wait for spring!

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Flight to Arras, 1942

Saturday, February 9, 2013

They Can't See Me!

Great hideout Chubbs.
Yeah – not too many places a 25 lb kitty can hide in a tiny house....

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Tooey is Sleeping!

Today it was 75 degrees in the greenhouse! Tooey was having the time of his life running and playing while I was cleaning up the grapevines. I don't know how long it had been, but when I looked over at him, this is what I saw:

Isn't he the cutest little piggie ever!

Tooey Never wants to leave Montana!

Special thanks to my friend K for this sweet little poem she wrote! Tooey is honored!

Tooey is the best of pigs.
Amongst the dirt and the twigs,
He made a nest
To take a rest.

By K from kceknits