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Friday, May 22, 2015

Garden Stroll


The garden. We finally got an overcast day, in fact it's misting lightly, so I was able to get photos of the garden. Above is luscious Buff Beauty. Fragrant! Prolific.


The new fig tree in the garden is finally gaining some size. Loaded with figs too.


The rhodies are still hanging in.


And the tomatoes have been planted and bedded down.


Looking toward the leeks and lots of volunteers.


Siberian Iris.


Peonies. 


Beans are popping up along the trellis.


Bleeding Heart.


Blueberry bushes. Two months until the picking.


Peace rose. I started from a cutting many years ago.


Potatoes and leeks.


Rosa Kathleen. 


Lily of the Valley.


The pepper patch.


Rosa Graham Thomas.


Berries; black and raspberries.


Part of the ginormous house eater rose.


Sheltering under the apple tree as the rain increases.


Rosa Sheer Bliss.


Potatoes.


Rosa Heritage. 


I pulled out the oil paints this week and did a portrait.

Happy Memorial Day and Start of Summer. 
Life is beautiful. xo


Monday, May 18, 2015

Peonies and Roses


The yard is glorious.


More garden pictures coming. 
I love May in Oregon!

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

London


London. How do I love thee? Truly and wholeheartedly.


Michel Fletcher, Kathie Vezzani and I spent only 2 1/2 days there but we packed a lifetime into our hours together.


There was one day that we must have walked 10 miles together.


On both days we visited art museums.


Took a zillion photographs.


Ate a lot of wonderful food.


Filled our senses with all that was new and unfamiliar.


The London skyline.


Browsing the stalls in Covent Garden.


Stopping to rest.


Taking in musicals.

We saw the Commitments.


And Sunny Afternoon.

Excellent shows; the casts sang their guts out for us.

Dang, I love the theatre.


But the National Art Museum.


Can I just say?


And Dumas at the Tate Modern.


Communing with artists from the past.


Yes. They talk to me.


Kathie and her doppelganger from the Renaissance.


The mysterious lady in red.


Michel in a room full of Richters.

Blissed out!


Torture to have to leave so soon.


London, I love you. I love your big city ways, your layers of history, architecture, food and your accent. No, YOUR accent. ha ha. Thank you for the memories.

Back to regular programming. 

xo

Tuesday, May 05, 2015

Scotland Part 2


I couldn't leave you with so few photos.

I remember how I searched the blogs of others before my trip to whet my appetite for Gillian's class and familiarize myself with this particular place. If you are planning to join her in the future, this is for you.


If you're there in April the hillsides will be blooming with gorse, a beautiful fragrance.


You'll be able to walk to the next little village of Crovie with its charming homes and friendly people.


This was the view out of our bedroom on the 2nd floor of Stroma house.


And this photo was taken in the little cafe where you can get 3 kinds of panini sandwiches and more.


I followed Alexis down to ground level for this shot of the blue floor in Stroma house.


Gillian will show you how to mix a perfect color palette.


And you'll be able to swoon over her drawings, like the one above.


You'll run your camera out of memory on the scenery.


Visit the little museum where you can meet the people who used to live here.


Hard and dangerous lives.


Lives that made you appreciative of others and taught you to care.


This is Stroma house where Kathie and I slept on the upper floor with the skylights.


The wide sea. So calm and friendly in this shot. 

But it wasn't always so calm nor so friendly in the history of the village.


Cocktail night in the pub. 


And on this night Kathie and her helpers prepared chili and salad for our meal Of course there was wine on the table along with Scotch and chocolate for dessert.


Back to the studio that was our 2nd home for the week.


We sketched each other. This is my sketch of Jeanne Griffen Oliver


Life and death. The vast mysteries.


One final good-bye beloved Scotland. You will always be in my heart.