think, paint, plant and eat locally...

   I'm beginning to think that it might be just as important to paint seasonally as it is to eat seasonally.  Right now there's just so much to put on a plate, even as dry as it is.  In addition to the black and blue berries, I just finished off some patty pan squash (see them in Tender Paint) and there are figs I purloined from a neighbour's tree on the table and the easel right now. 

Just about there- good thing since we're back in the 90s.

  The heat of the past week has had me recalling swimming holes I have known and loved,  as well as those I need to visit.  Rivers, lakes, old quarries, dammed streams.  Give me a sandy bottom and and inner tube, and I'm a happy camper. I should be at Lake Koronis (not 'zactly a swimming hole, but a fine place to swim) right now, but sometimes things don't quite work out- no picnics on First Island this week.

and the heat index is 112.  Time for lime.

   August.  Summer is high indeed.  So many people and things insisting that I pay attention to them, and in betwixt all of the domestic tugs the available subject matter in the garden is equally compelling.  How could one even conceive of ignoring such fine, stripey eggplants? Even with watering and weeding that needs doing, and walls that need painting, computers that need, well- let's not even start- and offspring that must be conveyed hither and thither?