Monday, July 31, 2017

This Summer's Garden

John's hard work. Finally I got out in the garden and shot some photos for you.
King and Spitzenburg.

Those are the 2 kinds of apples we have on the place.
John's grandpa was an orchard man.
John inherited that gene.

But he grows veggies as well. Like artichokes.

Beans. Lots of beans.


Lots and lots of blackberries.

Blueberries. I've been picking and freezing and giving away.

Bosc. Pears. I'll show you the seckels soon. They are soooo cute.

Corn. This short bed is for the 2nd coming.

The tall bed will be eaten soon. Hand shucked and all that jazz.

A sweet corner of the patio where I sip my mint julep.


Different kind of cucumber grown on a trellis for easy picking.


Alphabetical order. See what I did?

Matelija poppy. Not alphabetical.

These are the plump green figs that are ripe now.

John has an eye for a little color among the edibles.

And he planted tons of glads this year. 

We have many grape varieties.

He can't resist trying new ones.


This long row of grapes was here when we moved in. Very old vines.

The color of kale is exquisite, dont you agree?

As is lace hydrangea.

Lacinato kale.

Perfect little lettuces.

Tomatoes, tomatoes!




Gorgeous black variety.

Pink Daylilies.




Seckel pears. They are the dainty, sweet ones.

Seedheads. Which the birds love.


Tomatoes. Ripe and juicy.

Walking onions. Walking over to the fairy roses.

Walnuts. Many walnuts.

Thanks for stopping by and admiring summer's bounty and John's hard work.


Monday, June 26, 2017

Lake Oswego Art Fair

It's been 9 years since I last did an art fair. For those who may not know, that's how I made my living for 3 decades; Portland Saturday Market and art fairs from Oklahoma City to Scottsdale Arizona, LA to Seattle and Park City, Utah to name only a few places.

John and I drove rickety vans that broke down as often as not until finally, 3 vans later we could afford a new one with AIR CONDITIONING, omg, unheard of luxury. It was a brutal and beautiful journey and to tell the truth I have missed it so much.

In January I had a wild hair and juried for 2 local art fairs. This is the one I got into; the Lake Oswego Festival of the Arts. I first did this fair in 1973 or '74 ... always on a hot or thunderstormy weekend it seems. It is a community that loves the artists and we love them in return.

This weekend it was hot. 90 degrees on Friday, 100 degrees on Saturday and 102 degrees yesterday, on Sunday. As I said, the weather is usually a factor at this fair.

But this is how much I cared.

There was wonderful music including Three Legged Stool, one of my favorite groups.

Despite the weather, people came out and supported us. Thank you, wonderful people.

I sent a few paintings to new homes.
My heart is full.
I am going to do this show as long as they'll have me or until I keel over.
The end. xo