Our own apples
revised somewhat
acrylic on canvas
8 x 8 inches
Barbara Muir © 2009
We drove for 14 hours, for two days in a row to get home,
and we're a bit tired. It was good to be away, and even
though it's horribly hot and humid here, good to be home.
But I have a TV crew showing up here tomorrow morning,
so I have to try and get my beauty sleep. More about that
much later on when I know when the show will air. In
the meantime here's an update on the little painting of
the baby apples from our tree. I don't know if I'll do more.
A full grown one was suspended like something from a
fairy tale when we came home to this blazing heat and smog.
It is pale gold and huge, and looks like a symbol, or the
proper gift for a lord, or something like that.
We've been listening to books set in medieval times for
the whole trip, and I renewed one at the library today that
has 37 discs. When you get out of the car you hardly know
what planet you're on. So good.
Have a sleeping-to-be-creative day.
