Tuesday, March 31, 2020

The end of March

 Why did I think it was a good idea to have these in the house??
 In a few weeks I can start seeds inside.

 Yesterday I found this Baltimore Oriole's nest in our willow tree. It's last years nest, and the birds don't use them over again, or I wouldn't have taken it. Robins do re-use nests. Do you see the blue woven into the fibers, and the string along the top?

 This is how my little garden looks now. Except today the sun isn't shining, and the ground is very wet. I'm anxious to get stuff planted. I want to dig in the dirt and weed and see things grow.


Stay safe and healthy-please.

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Another time.

 Our yard a few summers ago.

 My blog, 'Sparrowgrass' had lots of pictures of my yard and the areas around our home in the Finger Lakes area of New York.
 I don't have Sparrowgrass as a blog now, or Monnie Bean Folk Art-my business name. That all seems like another lifetime ago. 
 I am scared for my husband, who works in an essential factory and won't be shut down in this COVID19 crisis unless many get sick there. 
It sickens me to hear about people who aren't taking this ordeal seriously, and now it seems our President is among that group. I didn't want to get political, but I can't believe my ears when I hear him being more concerned about the economy recovering than people recovering.
I hope he will change his focus. Right now we need good leadership; he should be heeding the advice of his task force on this disease.

Sunday, March 22, 2020

From my heart

 I remember being about 7 years old and having to go to the dentist. For some reason I had to have a tooth pulled. On top of my fear, the dentist was not kind or patient. Needless to say, it was terrifying.
When I returned home that day, my grandma had found a yellow swallowtail butterfly for me. It was alive and well-she had kept it somehow-just to show me because she knew I went through a scary time. The butterfly did the trick-I wasn't scared any more-and I loved my grandma even more.
***
These moths appeared one morning on our windows and stayed for hours so I got lots of photos of them. I did my moth painting from one of the photos. Since that time we had all our windows replaced, the house sided and roofed. I still like the old windows, worn from years of weather, but of course they weren't good for keeping the cold wind out.
 I have no idea where I'm going with all of this rambling. Maybe I have had too much hot chocolate this morning, I don't know. I wanted to share some pretty pictures of my yard with you, but there's something more.
 There's something else my grandparents gave me when I was little.
It was what I saw in them.
Day to day stuff.
It was some kind of steady-ness, and anchor to something bigger than they,
a hope.
 Yes, you're right if you are thinking it was their faith in God.
 We prayed together. We read the Bible together.
We went to church together.
 And as I have grown, I've known the Source of their
steady-ness to be my own as well. 
Right now there is a vast amount of information and fear and uncertainty. It's scary-worse than a trip to the dentist. 
I want to share one of my favorite verses from the Bible with you.
Psalm 63:7
For you have been my help,
and in the shadow of your
wings
I will sing for joy.

God bless you.

Friday, March 13, 2020

Paint Party Friday

My goat Ricardo holds up my painting for this week.

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Monday, March 9, 2020

For Paint Party Friday

Moth on A Window, 2017, acrylic on wood
Debra Smith
Sorry, had to repeat this photo for PPF,
please visit Paint Party Friday for a list of great artists to visit!