How is it possible to loose time, like a missing sock in the laundry?
Or should I spend more time reading the book I think it is called The $64 tomato?
With all the things that are important to me and my priorities…. eating home grown is one of them… but then again so is my art, and family and friends, and movement/exercise that does not mess up my back and wrists like gardening seems to. And of course we all have bills to pay… and dues to pay.
So many choices … how much time ?
I think it best for me to introduce myself again . As I wander through this project of learning word press and all the side bar issues that come with having a functional blog I live and learn ( hopefully like all of life) . I recently got introduced to Word Fence plug in and now wondering who are these “people ” that keep trying to log in as administrator to this site ? How distracting life can be when we attempt to make delicious stuff and reality sets in and we have to deal with the dirt of life. Sound familiar? I guess I need to understand better how to create my sign up so you can introduce yourselves to me! With that said I would love if the subscribers or any visitors that feel inclined post a response : How did you get here and what are you ideally looking for from this blog ? I started this blog knowing full well that the mavens of marketing and blogging and blah blah blahhhhing say focus on a few topics in your blog site. SO what is the fluid evolving reason for this blog site? Connecting my art ( both photographic and Chakra healing paintings as part of my Chakra healing project ) to my writing as I focus on other of my life passions : organic gardening/sustainability, creating delicious recipes, finding new ways of healthfully getting out / staying out of feeling mind /body dirt and being more delicious! I have a lot to say and more to show. Where this site goes is fluid . Professionally I have been a photographic artist for decades. I have within the past 4 years years started working with abstract acrylics and working on creating the Chakra Healing Exhibition Research Project . More on that another time. I am looking forward to the exposure this blog has as a venue leading to support of my projects and also assignments, purchases , exhibition space. There is no shopping cart set up here ( yet) nor amazon connection ( yet) but I am considering them as options in the future. Thank you for being here. I would love to know what brought you here and what you would like to see more of and well… more about you!
NOW, please introduce yourself 🙂
Sometimes I feel that my attempt at gardening in the summer is truly some sick joke I am playing on myself. After months of pampering, and after finally getting 5 yummy pickling cucumbers … I have now successfully killed several more plants it seems. Too much/ too little water, gazillion degree heat, too much or too little fish emulsion, etc etc. Wondering if these will be the last cucumbers I include in my art for many many many months ? AND I LOVE CUCUMBERS!!!! Ironically I have grown to also love dripping paint, which by the way is really not a good summer outdoor activity here either. The paint seems to dry before it even hits the canvas. I have been thinking… ( dangerous I know ) …this paint technique with this color paint makes me think that the desert dweller mother nature’s mascara is running .
There it was, in plain sight.
An early morning reality check glaring at me
It sat there as a bold statement saying
“GOT HERE BEFORE YOU…. HA HA HA HA!”
Yep, the birds and squirrels were in cahoots again .
My precious peaches had been covered up with bird netting and recycled Trader Joes Sweet potato bags … for what ?
The competition had done what they do so well .
And as a statement of defiance
One single completely cleaned off pit sat far away from my single peach tree.
It was strategically placed near the recycling bin so I would be sure to see it.
Of course it lead me to review the tree and wince at the activity they had already done with my peaches even though they were not ripe yet.
And so I was reminded in that “mindful moment ” that they were many steps ahead of me . I had a choice to make . Let it go? Excuse me. Hell no.
The coverings of the peaches just got more intense… to be continued.