A day spent in the gallery. First driving there. A long “there”, but I gave a heads up and friends Came to visit. Then to stay with friends and spend the evening Talking and keeping company, I am grateful for The welcome given.
When I leave here, I know the next place Will be without, without the life expected, Without my Dear I have tarried here longer than perhaps needed, Knowing that truth: I’ll carry him always In my heart. Knowing, also, I go on alone.
Paint, draw, think about the show, Mow, neaten, cook a meal or two Not thinking much Past the day, stowing thought of Where I am heading, keeping that Low in mind, Keeping speculation from overflowing, Going far from reach, though, I want to be There so much.
A quiet day here, spent in the studio, painting some Considering the order of a show coming up and Finishing a book. Not an important book but a bit of light reading, Something for so long I could not do but now, Now certainly can. Walk the dogs, ride a bit, too many biting flies, Made going inside and picking up a book A pleasant pursuit.
In the gloaming walk the labyrinth, Dogs follow as the dusk deepens. Wineglass in hand, Love in heart: for my dear gone four summers, For the beauty that is here, I walk silently Being just here, For the aroma of white flowers and The fragrance enhances the air as I walk by.
This wondrous place is not the same without you But it is now my place and I receive great joy In the evening Sitting on the bench you made and as the day closes Under the warmth of the sun, accepting the beauty That does enclose This place with light and shadow, scents and sounds The company of my memories and, for now, our dogs And always love.
In the evening, in time for sunset We drove to a lobster house cast up along A salt inlet And picked our dinner enhanced with Drawn butter, reminding me of a first dinner out Before driving, walking with a friend, A first into adulthood - lobster as talisman to Time and love
8/22 Yard work in my mother’s gardens, Clipping shrubs, pulling weeds, digging Out tangled weeds. In between we sit and talk, Gathering warmth from sun and Each other’s company. Later tea and dinner, the usual routine here Changed a bit by dessert with blueberries My brother picked.
Walk the Gallilee beaches with family Talking about days and times in the quiet Way of friends And return to nap and eat and sit together Eating fried clams and fish and chowder And laughing together. My aunt glad for the company filling her cottage. My mom happy to be there and the rest of us? Enjoy the time.
Spent the day with my mother, as intended This trip. Not so the phone calls relating to The fox incident. Were I home now it would have taken A different course. I blame myself for Not thinking through, So am left to the goodwill of others, which is secondary, as am I, in their lives. Not so Comforting this time.
I would never have detoured for the house Where Mark Twain lived. It was a good take, Interesting and beautiful. Midday learned a fox was dead in my yard. The same one? Probably and the dogs need boosters. What about me? I hate being out of place. And right now I am. Too far to do what is needed myself, must Rely on others.
A quick stop to leave a birthday gift For a neighbor and we are headed north, Driver and navigator. Traffic through Delaware, breeze through The "New" states into Connecticut, a good Day to travel. Stay in a surprising delightful town and a Saturday evening filled with folks enjoying All of it.
She writes, I paint, we drink coffee and tea. Mostly satisfied with the work done and pleased For the time To do it and I for the friendship near while working. We plan a meal, gather supplies and put on dinner For neighbors here. A scurry and bustle of prep and tasting And checking. Fun to do, more to complete, Set and enjoy.
These days have been cool with bits of rain here and there. Today rode the black horse, Like his gaits, Was last horse my Dear ever rode. A neighbor took my friend for a buggy ride Around the ‘hood. Finished the day cooking dinner, drinking wine And talking. We have both been working ‘Between all that.
I have come to realize that I do like have others Around while I paint. It is not the same as my Dear But is camaraderie. That, thorough sense of place, that Jack filled with me, For now, for me camaraderie needs others to complete, Another small comfort.
Talk with a friend before she leaves on a trip Spend the day with another friend, a quiet day Doing quiet things. Talk about times past and how memories bind, Give continuity, foundation to remembering What we are, Where we came from, who we have loved And held dear and why. Allowing afirmation Of our friendship.
Why do i circle round & round place and purpose, Connections and aloneness, without coming To an answer? Why? I have spent time looking and considering What may be best for me, now you are gone, With few answers. Why? Perhaps because I have not yet had strength Enough to actually contemplate a change, how? I miss you
8/3 Faith sang at a gathering of local churches celebrating Family and friends. Went to hear her, others sing And the preaching. Both were amazing. I was enthralled by it, The fervor, the music, the words, still Overwhelmed by it.
Rain on and off, light, but needed Rode a bit mid-day and then Tended the horse. Swim with the neighbor’s grandson, Dinner of good fish. Home to finish A bone broth, To rest into the quiet spots, to rest my own Unquiet spots for a few hours anyway, To allow ease.
A badly clogged drain in the atrium, rain Coming and I foresee a night Of bucket brigading. The plumbers got it safe for now. Water often has been troublesome In many ways. So, perhaps my desire for a home By the sea may not be so Sensible of me.
The Studio at Line's End Farm is where I paint and try to find some joy again, and some equilibrium, not simple these days. One weblog records thoughts, ideas, methods and mixtures, palettes, observations, actually anything that intrigues me concerning my painting and working in the studio. Another observes only the horse in paintings that I find influential. The last are done for my sanity. All are my opinion only, open to other suggestions.