Summer's glory (work in progress)
Acrylic on canvas
12 x 12 inches
Barbara Muir © 2011
Here in the north we've been told it's the last
full week of summer, and there's an air of desperate
merriment as a result. When we sit out to eat our
meals in the evening we hear week night
revelers having meals outside, letting kids stay
up too late. I love those summer sounds, the sounds
of adult laughter, children at first giddy and giggly,
and then the younger ones crying and being
carried off to bed. Summer is delightfully social
in the city, even when you are sitting alone reading
a good book. Through the dark wall of trees you
hear the evidence of other lives playing outside.
Even weeding the garden these days feels like a
profound, almost spiritual exercise, as each
venture into the green and flowering garden reminds
you of how much you'd love to see even the green of
a wicked weed during the long months, of cold, grey
and snow. That colour is like a glorious song.
So we went to the farmer's market on Saturday and
bought peaches. Lots of them. Some were the colour
in this painting and some not. I've begun to freeze them,
and felt I must paint their delicious bounty before they
are gone for 12 more months. I'm not quite finished this
painting, but close.
Have a loving-the-last-days-of-summer-day.