Have had several play dates with friends since my last post. These keep me going. The irreverent laughter. I am a person who needs to spend time with good people who love to create.
It's my religion.
I like play dates with little kids too. They are fearless and I learn from them not to be so uptight.
They know all about pop-ups. I was impressed.
They knew what to do with my collage stash.
With the paints.
And all about houses.
I'm painting faces again.
That's what's growing in my garden.
Holding on. Squeezing every bit of joy out of summer.
This shot is for the reader who asked if we grew squash. Yeah, baby. Buttercup. Fall delight.
John is holding up the guias de chayote. Little tendrils that are good to eat.
Their world is secretive and grasping.
They like to climb the trellis and run amok.
Touch of Class rose. She had a sweet fragrance this morning.
Always the journal. Especially during the hard times. Keeps my secrets, my sorrows, my happiness.
All the parts of me.
Telling the same stories I invented as a child. Drawing the pictures and telling the stories.
Making sense of the bewildering vast universe.
Putting my angst and experience on the page.
Sharing it here.
Naked Lady. Somehow that sums it up. xo