friday frolics

 

Note on these snaps: not a compressed telephoto illusion - the squirrel was about 14 inches from Della the whole time, munching on sunflower seeds and saying, "Chase me! Come on, chase me!"

Which Della resisted for a few minutes, knowing that the anticipation of chasing was much more exciting than the actual chase would be. This was not Della's first Squirrel Rodeo.

I often see Moxie playing tag with a squirrel - spiraling up and down the big oak trunks. But Della is playing the ground game.

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wordless wednesday

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going out for breakfast

One of the finest things about gardening is being able to step outside,

gratefully harvest something you have planted and nurtured and watched grow,

and have an organic meal on your plate an hour later.

This morning, it was more like 15 minutes.

The French pole beans are producing so well this year,

there are already a couple of pounds in the freezer.

Imagine how delicious they may be, when the garden is covered with snow.

I also pick a meals-worth of beans for non-gardening friends

who will be able to prepare and eat them right away, at their very best.

That is another of the finest things about gardening - 

being able to share something special with special people.

Come on by.

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to the woods

Yesterday, or as I call it, the first day of summer,

I had planned to take Piper to the woods.

She has been having a very dull time of it, with all this rain.

Piper does not enjoy rain.

She has been going outside for only a few minutes at a time, every day.

Even with the new portico, she has not wanted to spend one extra minute outside.

But yesterday, the gorgeous day, Piper surprised me.
She did not want to be outside.

Maybe she just expects rain every day now?
Maybe she has begun to enjoy spending most of her time on her couch?
I kind of understand that feeling.

But.

This morning seemed almost as nice as yesterday.

The second day of summer!

Hmmmm.
Time for some Pup Psychology.

After chores and gardening, I started putting some things in a little pile.

my camera

my sketchbook

Piper, snoozing on her couch, opened one eye.

I filled up my water bottle

sorted through my pencils

selected a pen

Piper opened both eyes and raised her head.

"Ready?" I asked.

Piper scrambled down and away we went.

We headed for the pond, and walked first to my favorite blueberry spot, just in case.

But the blueberries are gone.

Completely gone.

We found not a single wizened berry clinging to a branch.

I'm lucky my highbush blueberry at home still has a few berries left to ripen!

I pick a little handful each morning and savor every one.

The day could not have been nicer for a walk in the woods.

Mostly sunny, but not too hot.

Sometimes cloudy, but not muggy.

And no mosquitoes.

No. Mosquitoes.

Piper ambled and explored and intently sniffed hundreds of things.

I took photographs, then set up my wonderful backpackable sketching chair.

"What shall I draw?" I asked Piper.

"The root end of this deadfall looks texturally interesting," she said.

"And speaking of interesting, isn't it time to bring out the treats?"

Outdoor sketching with Piper always involves treats.

My viewpoint was close to the ground, so the deadfall loomed large:

We spent over two hours in the woods, and every minute was a pleasure.

This summer is going great.

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sunday afternoon

It didn't rain.
The humidity fell.
The sky was blue.
There was an occasional breeze.

I literally could have wept with relief.

The goats were so pleased with the change in weather, three of them would not even come into the barn for their buckets.

For the first time in many weeks, I took a sketchbook outside. Dusted the latest muddy hoofprints off the lawn chair - because they were dry and I could dust them off! - and settled down in the south paddock to Draw August.

There was company.

Lots of company.

The silver goat is Fern, and she is leaning against my chair.

There was close interest in the artistic process.

There was distraction. 

(Iris is trying to untie my shoe because I wouldn't let her jump into the chair.)

There was oversight.

There was drama!

(Bashing heads. This is a mother and daughter. I make no further comment.)

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And eventually, there was Day 19 of Drawing August,

which is also #231 of Daily Markmaking 2018.

I had to come in and flatten out my spine for a couple of hours,

but it's still clear and pleasant outside.

It will be a genuine pleasure to do evening chores tonight.

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