June 5, 2008. Imagine. When I awakened this morning, this was the view into our patio just outside the kitchen door. Humph! Except it was excellent to get the moisture. It meant I didn’t need to spend my time watering all the new planting I have been doing to beautify our yard
. But it’s hard to believe it’s nearly summertime when a gust of cold air smacks your face when you open the door to let the cat go out.
the young apricots
jaunty in their snow white hats
this fifth day of june
For me, it is impossible NOT to be creative in the summer months, but creative during summer means just about anything at all. Certainly it doesn’t necessarily mean painting or writing. It means sitting beguiled by the beauty all around, the dandelions like butter in the huge lawn, the trees still opening up to what will later be a deeper green, the mountains across the valley below, mauve in the distance. It means listening to the birdsong, watching the ravens ride the high winds, then swoop, doing somersaults as they go, down into the steep canyon just across the road. It means enduring the snarl of the dirt bike one of the kids up here rides every beautiful weekend day, waiting for its enervated voice to die away, back into the silence of crickets and birds, the breeze. Summer is the feast. No time to paint! But this is where the painting starts. This is its source.
Beautiful! And what a lovely web site this is. We think of you often and yearn for a return to Truchas, perhaps in May…
Len and Darlene
Hi. I discovered your blog some time last winter, while you were in Todos Santos. From time to time, I check back for an update. Since you don’t seem to be blogging these days, I hope you will at least receive this comment.
This is a sweet post. I too find summer in northern New Mexico pure magic, especially this late summer, when we have afternoon rains and the scent of lavender permeates the air.
Since my husband and I run a gallery in Santa Fe, summer keeps us too busy to smell the lavender often enough. As fall comes on and traffic slows, I hope we will have a chance to drive up your way and visit your gallery. Your paintings are lovely.