I wouldn't say I've got the fever yet, but I'm on the verge. Gerry's spent the past couple of days out in the backyard modifying and enlarging our garden space. Makiya was out there with him today, and will join the effort again tomorrow afternoon. Meanwhile, I'm visualizing tucking tiny seeds into the ground and
Tag: creativity
A Creative Sunday Afternoon
As a kid, I didn't like art class. I never allowed myself the gift of getting lost in creating something because I compared my work with others and always came up lacking. Thank goodness, those days are in the past. These days I spend a lot of time creating. Whether I'm weaving words, planting a
Losing My Mind
It's possible I'm losing my mind. I decided to try my hand at abstract painting with acrylics and managed to carve out an hour this afternoon to play. It's going to be fun, once I figure out what I'm doing, but this afternoon I just made a mess. That's okay. It's all part of the
Sometimes You Have to Switch Things Up
Well, I did it. I put up our two non-traditional trees, one in the living room and the other in the snug (aka den). Later, when the day gets dark too early, the glow of the white LED lights will warm the rooms. Cue the hygge. It'll look something like this (I captured this image
She’s Still My Ladybug Girl. (And it’s still too hot.)
We broke another heat record yesterday with the temperature reaching 45.8C / 114 F. Worse, a forest fire broke out just northwest of our city that is now 180 hectares and burning out of control. It’s hard to believe it’s only June. So, of course, it’ll be another mostly indoor day. I’m planning on hunkering
Painting and Pondering
I finally get some time to play with paint and create a first wash for the latest project. Today, I’ll introduce the main subjects into the work. Depending on how it turns out, I might go a step farther and craft something for our home. Either way, it feels good to let creativity flow. My
It’s a Good Life
I have three large flower pots near the front door with dark purple, black, and white petunias and potato vine; two in the back yard and one on the deck with geraniums and pansies; a hanging basket filled with a variety of multi-coloured blooms on the upper deck; two rectangular planters with sweet peas already
Word Wrangling
The day starts out gray, which is perfect because I’m planning to write and there’s no siren call of the outdoors to distract me. I decide to work in the den, and settle the dogs first—which turns out to be a challenge because the littlest one, Murphy, wants to claim the spot on my lap
Powerless, Part Two
The heat mat and lights are tucked away for another year. There are no more plants left in my laundry room. No more toting them outside in the morning and bringing them in at night. Everything’s planted and gardening season is in full swing. We’re anticipating a hot, summer- like weekend (woo hoo!), the second one without
Pockets
Some unexpectedly busy days over the past week or so, now I’m hungry for quiet time. Not yet. Not just yet. But soon. Pockets of time carved out leave me grateful for quiet moments, but needing deeper pockets in which to roll around. I practice appreciating what is rather than what could be. My backyard
A Green Man
Recently, I enrolled in the Jean Haines online art school to learn about painting atmospheric (and other) forms of watercolour. I’ve had great fun in recent weeks painting and practicing and painting and practicing and have created a lot of trash-bin-worthy pieces, and a reasonable number of pieces I’m pleased with. Every minute I spend