[sterling silver, dendritic opal and fossilized walrus tusk — cut and polished by me]

Thinking aloud this morning:

There are infinite ways to employ creativity. Math is creative work. Gardening is creative work. Fly fishing is creative work. Stalking an elk is creative work. Sculpting is creative work. Building a livestock enclosure is creative work. All humans are creative. Not all humans are painters, jewelers, writers, engineers, architects, homemakers…and yet, everything we set our hands to offers us a chance to employ our creativity.

I am a silversmith, a writer, a photographer, a gardener, a farmer, and an extremely proud homemaker. All of my work encourages my creativity. All work is creative work. If you are not employing your creativity in your job, don’t treat your job like it’s not the right job for you when the real issue might be that you simply are not employing your creativity to your work. It’s easy to coast. It’s easy to be complacent. It’s easy to make macaroni and cheese from a box for dinner. It’s meaningful, creative work to look in the fridge, see what tailings of food are there, and to take those random ingredients and create a delicious, well crafted, wholesome meal.

We improve the world around us — our communities, our neighborhoods, our homes, our relationships — when we strive to apply our creative power to every problem that requires solving, when we challenge ourselves to create, to fix, to build, to craft, to leave beauty and remedy in our wakes instead of trash, brokenness and chaos. To live creatively, to live artfully, is to actively apply our creative energy to everything we touch.

Don’t sit back and let someone else deal with the problem. If you have time to complain about it, you have time to fix, build, or invent a solution. Why wait for someone else to employ their creativity while your own creativity festers, rusts and rots…and is begging to be used.

Grab the bull by the horns, use your mind, use your hands, use your heart, and live creatively.

https://www.thenoisyplume.com/blog/2021/09/07/blend-in/

My gardens have such a strange way of lending me peaceful energy.  I like to pick in the cool of the morning and tend in the waning heat of the evening.  Today was such a long, hot day, nearly 100F and full of soft struggles that nipped at my patience and felt pathetic and like suffering.  This evening, I mustered the last of my strength and set out with a desperate heart to catch up on my tangled cucumbers and eggplants divine.  My garden sits in a hollow beneath a rise of stoic sage, pine and poplar.  As the sun sets, the light dims and fades until my plants are in delicious shadow and the mysteriously dank scent of tomato leaves begins to spiral upward.  The cool of wet earth spools around me and I find myself refreshed and invigorated in a quiet, sensory way.

I think this is how flowers feel

when the day finally breaks back upon itself and a riptide of night moves fast to the West

and the bugs spread their wings and fly towards the last of the sun.

https://www.thenoisyplume.com/blog/2017/08/29/13208/

Tiny Gardening

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I guess it’s true that we reap what we sow.

I think I failed to tell you that Robert built me a hotbed on the sunny wall of the strawbale house.  I planted it at the end of January, right before we left for New Mexico.  It’s been growing beautifully and it’s a delight to have a bounty of fresh, homegrown greens and herbs to tuck into every day.

It’s amazing how much can be grown in a tiny patch of dirt.

Show No Mercy To Your Veggies

7I9A0977When I pulled it from the ground this morning it said, “Take me to your leader.”

I replied, “No.  I will eat you up.”

Green Thumbing

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I don’t believe I have informed you of the fact that we have three bird nests in the yard this spring.  Starling in the chimney, eurasian doves in the blue spruce and magpies in the Austrian pine.  It’s been a thing to endure, at times.  Well, not the doves, I like doves very much and they make pretty noises.  I have neutral feelings about the starling.  However, the magpies are making me nutty.  Allow me to dwell on the magpie situation for a little while.  First of all, their nest is a hideous, pseudo-spherical smathering of sticks that constantly loosen themselves and rain down on the Airstream and one of my gardens.  Secondly, they make generally awful noises and begin their scratchy, dissonant yodeling in the early hours of the morning.  Thirdly, the adults tried to kill the cat on a regular basis until the cat ate one of them (it was a miracle, I rejoiced).  Revenge was very sweet for Rhubarb who had enough of  being bullied and having his tail pulled multiple times a day while sunbathing on the lawn.

So you get the general idea that I have not been delighted by the magpie nest in the yard, however, the chicks have been emerging this week and they really are the cutest little tender and fluffy things with enormous raven-esque beaks on their faces and I squeak a little each time I get a good view of one so I suppose the magpie situation hasn’t been all bad.  I’ve even sat up on the roof with binoculars in order to get a closer look at their antics.  Boy howdy they’re cuties, to be sure.

I do look forward to the time when their handsome little family disperses into the sagebrush higher up the mountain, later this summer.  In the meanwhile I keep ear plugs on the bedside table as a peaceful response to all the early morning racket.

Now, about the garden, isn’t this a magnificent rose?  Robert and I have been planting, digging, tearing down, building up, weeding, soil pepping and frolicking about the yard like we are made of ten green thumbs each.  I love this time of year!  The raspberry canes already look full.  The grapevines are about to pop open into broad leafiness.  The roses are coming on strong.  The peach tree and plum trees look very promising.  We have grand hopes for the peonies.  My numerous clematis vines are zooming for the sky.  It’s sheer magnificence no matter where you look here.  We have plants growing out of every nook and cranny.  We need more space which is, I suppose, why we are casually shopping for a ranch.

Today we’ll buy our tomatoes and I might pick up a few peppers, to boot, though I never have great luck with them.

How does your garden grow?

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