Loving a landscape

This is my first small painting of Bear River which sold almost before it was dry. I don't
have a larger image of the picture because
I forgot to photograph it properly before it
went into a show last fall, and that was that.
Flora Doehler allowed me to paint images from
her wonderful photos of Bear River and I did
two takes on this image.

Right now Flora is enduring the hardships of
gardening in the country, and still staying
joyful about her decision, despite, the bugs,
weeds and other problems.

I sat on top of our ladder pruning our cherry tree today. It has a
horrendous fungus, but produces bushel after bushel of sour cherries
for pies and maybe this year cherry liqueur made according to a recipe
in Joanne Harris's Five Quarters of the Orange.

It is hot here, and not at all pruning weather, but like Radio Noon's,
Ed Lawrence on CBC says, prune when you've got the
pruning sheers in your hands. It's really time to take it easy.

Have a quit-working-and-dance night.

The Monday papers

Luckily for me this blog is posted in West Coast time, so I made it under
the wire for March 31. Bye-bye March, you big old month you. As the Beatles said,
"I've got nothing to say, but it's O.K., good morning, good morning, good morning."

I taught all day today, so I have pretty well used up my words. I hope you had a good start to the week. It was incredibly foggy
here, and raining softly most of the day. At Seneca I love how the dark, wet trees loom out of a thick swirl of pale grey fog on a day like today. The whole world was wet and mysterious, and excited seagulls filled the sky, backed up with trilling red-wing blackbirds. The bird kingdom seemed to think it was a good day.

On the Allen snow mountain is still there, but
smaller, and covered in brown earth from the roads.
It's a good thing it's melting slowly.

This is an image of a small Bear River painting
from the latest show. I think it's 12"x12".

Have a enchanting evening.