Freedom-taking flight, my latest mosaic
The weather chilled from a high of 92 one day into the 60’s the next. The cool air is welcomed. Though sad to say bye to summer, its dragging on became burdensome. It’s a beautiful day and you are the only one needing permission from to enjoy it. Escape negative thoughts. Allow yourself the freedom to believe you are OK, and worthy of the bounty each day provides.
Come back to the moment. Remember that? My tendency is to move ahead to the next chore when the present chore is being done. But the present chore is your now. Enjoy it. With that thought my body slows with my mind as the grapes are plucked off the vine. The birds have already been at the vines getting under the nets to eat the very ripest.
It’s uncanny how they know when they are ripe. The aroma must intoxicate them as much as it does me when passing by lap after lap. Lugging the baskets into the kitchen the real work begins. It is tedious taking each grape off the bunch, discarding the bad ones. Boiling a pot full fills the house with a luscious grape scent. The juice is unique with a flavor and body found nowhere else but my very own kitchen.
The harvest keeps offering her gifts. Grape tomatoes are ready to make into a sauce. Now that the green grapes are done, the purple ones are next, hopefully before the birds have their feast. Thank you Mother….
New kitten Christy is not allowed outdoors, but this one is! The tile found at the local home improvement store is marbled slightly with a soft grey and the white worked as the perfect background for the black.
This is the last of the collection of mosaics since the process began. Now? Back to butterflies!
My mother may not have offered dance classes, but she did allow me to have a horse in the backyard. She had her friend put up electric wire from the garage to the side yard turning it into a pasture.
The first animal I had was a pony, but I kept it down the road at the old barn behind Grandma’s house. I stayed overnight in the winter at Grandma’s so I could carry buckets of water to the barn from the house because the nights would freeze the water. It had to be replaced frequently. I trudged through the snow and back before the bus came.
No one monitored my goings on, how I took care of it, fed it, nothing. I did it all on my own, tethering it to a post with a chain in the meadow during the day, and keeping him in the barn at night where the cows once were barred in.
Then she allowed me to trade up for my horse and keep her right at home. I gathered corncobs from the neighboring field after the farmer had harvested, filling up wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow. I paid for the hay and straw with my babysitting money.
My ponies and horse made my childhood livable filling it with wonder and miracle… During later years, while raising the boys, I bought my horse Missy, and a pony for Shane, Joey. We had many pleasurable rides together. But once Shane became an adolescent turning teenager, he then wanted rides on things with motors. I became a solo rider, and that was OK too…
The Bluebirds in our meadow inspired these. It was fun shopping for blue feathers in the middle of winter at the craft store, grapevine curls and hickory twigs in the hedgerow, and seeds for the eyes.
After splurging on two new colors of glaze, yellow and maroon, this was made for my niece in 2012, a lover of sunflowers. Quite large, about 18″ X 24″
A birthday gift for Seth in the summer of 2011. His favorite dog, a yellow lab.