Wet. All around and through all that is, in my little world, is wet. It has been raining steadily for hours. I love the sound of it, the muted colors, the rivulets and Rilles everywhere the eye may rest. Hummers are lined up under the eves, as are the Orioles. And I hope they will stay put for a photo, but so far no luck. Emerson looks out the door and whines: looks at me and whines. Understand, this has been going on for quite some time now.
I love my stove. It is the best.
I love the Bison on the door.
Mmmmm. I really love to open the door.
I love that I grew up building fires. I can build them inside and out, at the beach or in the fire circle. Building a crackling little fire on a rainy day makes me happy. At Winter Solstice we throw all sorts of "old things" into this sweet fire. Of course, today being May 27, it is a little odd to be thinking of the Winter Rituals.
Like I said, I love everything about my stove.
Luna's chair is near the stove, and she shares my love of its concentrated heat, the hearth. She and I are both Sagittarius, which means, we love the fire.
This one is so bummed. The only way to get a bounce out of him today is to hide behind the door and call him, and when he gets close jump out, "Yaaaahhhh!!!!" and he bunches up and springs up and sideways and down. He really wants to go (whisper, do not even spell) The Lake. He has been laying around way too long. You can't really tell here, but for 9 1/2 months, he has gotten quite hefty-big. Yes, that is more paint on his head, and no, I do not know how he gets it there.
In the studio there are a few flames as well. I am spending a good deal of time in here, happily. I did clean out some space, threw out some stuff, took boxes and another cardboard thing out to the Recycling barrel (well, they are on the way, right now they are on the front sidewalk). Too much junque! I am working on several new panels.
And (we changed fonts, by magic I suppose, since it is impossible to change back)(and kind of annoying) since I have been clearing out stuff and more stuff, it may be no surprise that the fibers are mixing in with the painting.
Rainy days have their own intrigue. It may rain on somebody's parade today. Rain is a blessing. Wash those blues away. Oh, and I noticed that my sunflowermorninggloryscarletrunnerbeanzinnianastursiumwhitepumpkinsesameamaranth row is sprouting! Imagine how that is going to Be!
Love and hugs.