I love Saturdays:
A slow and lazy wake up,
coffee in the French press,
the irrigation ditch flowing in the yard and giving more green to the plums, the grapes and the roses,
that purple smell of the concords bursting into ripeness in clusters along the fence line,
the mountains across the street under a blanket of blue sky,
Talulah at the curb looking so fine,
the chickens loose and rooting about for bugs,
riding to the farmer’s market on my cruiser (clunker) with Penelope in the pannier and buying my veggies for the week,
a raspberry and spinach smoothie (don’t knock it until you’ve tried it),
RW outside putting the second coat of paint on my studio,
picking carrots from my garden,
picking tomatoes and basil from the garden and preparing to can more pasta sauce,
editing photos from our trip in the Sawtooths and editing my prose to go with the images,
looking forward to a hot bath and good book tonight,
perhaps a crisp gin and tonic with extra lime in the heat of the afternoon,
and watching Saturday roll away under my fingertips like a handful of quarters.
I’m happy to squander it.
I realize I’ve been a slacker this week.
I actually have only spent one day in the studio since last Saturday but I will say this for myself (it’s something I realize more and more), since my work is creative work, I’m never NOT working. I’m constantly taking in texture, movement, color, shape, and the natural world around me. Once those details are in my system, I’m constantly processing how they make me feel, how I could recreate them, how I could use them to construct a piece of jewelry, what I have to say about them, how I’d like to capture them with a camera or with prose. I never truly quit working, but my work is sometimes restful, regardless.
Necessarily, in this order:
There’s lunch.
Then there’s the Sawtooths.
And then I will give you the Golden Ticket Contest and the annual Plume Gables jam giveaway!
Put on your sunglasses, this week is going to be bright.
xx
Plume
carrots.
idaho.
alaska.
carrots.
xx
you're right! creatives are never "not working'. every angle of light, scent on the breeze, reflection in the glass, or color that doesn't quite have a name become the raw materials for something new and beautiful. thank you for paying such close attention to the things around you and turning them into so many forms of beauty for all of us to enjoy! you are a delight.
Our minds NEVER rest!! Everything we look at has potential and our pockets are always full of "stuff":O) Can't wait for next week to appear with its contests and jewels:O) XXOO Sal
Whoot-whoot, I'm ready, bring on the jelly, more correctly, the jam!
Last years was most likely the best I've ever enjoyed… the pleasure was primarily all mine, as I would only share just a scoop or two with my family.
I know you put some magic spell on your concoctions, because they are out of this world ma'am:P
"I'm never NOT working. I'm constantly taking in texture, movement, color, shape, and the natural world around me"
And my gosh, your pieces reflect just this <3
Madame Alaska: CARROTS FOREVER!!!
Janet: Well it's my pleasure. Truly. I'm lucky I could find something to do with myself in this big world that lets me take in the details like this. I'm rather unemployable by the real world…
xx
Mustang Sally: I totally agree. xx
Michaela: HEE HEE!!!!!! I wonder what special ingredient I put in that stuff last year. Did I send you plum? I hardly EVER send anyone plum….in point of fact, I hoard it like I'm a dragon.
Fawn: I'm glad to hear it…so glad. xx