This is after the hummingbird left.
Timber was looking out the window when it appeared. He jumped up at it and hit the window, the hummingbird darted off and then came back as if to say "Na-na-na-na-boo-boo."
(I learned that phrase from a two year old many years ago.)
The other two cats dashed over to see what the fuss was about but missed the action.
Last night when I woke up at 2:30, I looked out to see the Big Dipper out the window.
Things happen at this window.
The first day of summer here was cool and mostly dry. In the evening I wandered through the garden; picked a handful of peas, a few more roses and a head of lettuce. I had to push dangling branches and hop vines aside in some places. It was very quiet, all the neighbors somewhere else. During the night I could hear the rain start.
Summer always makes me think of postcards and I am needing a daily prompt so here it goes...through the end of August (maybe until the first day of fall?): one image a day and a few sentences.
A bit of play:
Paper with inks and doodles.
(I filled a whole journal with them, and other things.)
Layered with stitch, color removed first.
Blended and layered and blended and layered.
Spots made by someone else replaced with spots made by me.
Deb Lacativa thread and fabric and inspiration from a lot of places.
I drew the butterfly right on the fabric, inspired by the spots.
More about the card later.
There has been a lot of gardening.
(Achoo!)
Walks along the bay....
Some cooking:
Marti's corn soup with a few twists of my own.
Salad with ingredients from the farmer's market, local paneer and asparagus from the garden.
And a start...
that went awry.
Somethings do.
As is, no filters.
Filter.
Oysters are filter feeders.
Filter applied to this image to make the shapes more distinct.
Black and white because the color wasn't great and then I started thinking about the shapes.
This weekend really didn't happen the way I thought it might.
Yes, time in the garden, the farmer's market, a Zoom class (work related), but not much making.
Not the making I'd hoped to do.
One block attached to another block.
Good enough Covid-19.
It seems like forever ago that I started this.
Good enough, meaning let things be good enough as we figure things out, as we move forward.
Good enough, as in, when will it be enough?
What gets done has still got to be good enough.
Yesterday's doodle layered with an image of Gibson.
The doodle layer hides the litter box.
Random fact(from I don't remember where), the average domestic cat is 15-20 inches long from the tip of their nose to the end of the tail.
Gibson is already 32 inches.
I haven't gotten around to measuring Widget (who is probably average) or Timber (who probably isn't).
Not even sure how to measure Timber's twice kinked tail.
Maybe nose to base of tail will be good enough?
Back to my favorite park.
Today, on the end of the boardwalk I could hear a saxophone being played. When I got to the gazebo a band was packing up, except a guitar player who started back down the boardwalk playing a bit. The rest of the band caught up with him and they started singing as they went along.
Everyone walking by was smiling...
I've been learning about the health benefits, both emotional and physical, of short moments of connection;
even smiling at a person walking by.
This afternoon just seemed to let a little more light in...
Widget as the instigator.
And ironic that the book she would choose to paw at would be The Principles of Uncertainty by Maira Kalman.
So of course I go back and read again.
I stitched a face (not quite done) on a doll head made many many years ago. It was found during some of my recent cleaning and organizing.
On Saturday our mask mandate is over.
One of the big surprises is that it included indoors for childcare centers.
An even bigger surprise is that pretty much all of our requirements are being dropped.
It's disorienting...
And... the guppies at work had babies. They are doing well at the moment.