We found the untitled work in the garage when we bought this house. Wrapped in black plastic, it leaned against a wall with other leftover materials and bric-a-brac that we inherited. I was thrilled to discover it, and immediately moved it upstairs to my work space for safe keeping and daily appreciation. Whomever the artist was, we shared in the value of redeeming what would have otherwise been discarded, destined for the landfill or recycling center.
My attempts at converting reusable material into works of art doesn’t always result in a piece worthy of framing, but the process is cathartic.
The Plum tree in the back yard has been steadily ripening for the last two weeks, yielding enough fruit to, so far, make two batches of sauce and three small jars of preserves. Today’s harvest will be the last for the season.
I referred to The California Native Plant Society’s Website to help me identify the type of candy we’ve been growing and discovered that Sierra plums are supposedly a good source of vitamins C and A and fiber. It is likely that Sierra plums were a part of the diets of Native American tribes in Northern California’s Sierra Nevada Mountains.
And so with my newly gained knowledge about this season’s candy harvest, the mess and tedium of prepping today’s harvest for the next batch of tastiness will be met with aplomb.
I took a trip to Lassen County three weeks ago at the invitation of a friend to get away from the Sacramento heat for 6 days, help with some cabin chores, and free myself from the distractions that I’ve been allowing to thwart my creative endeavors. She was absolutely right about the distractions. How could I refuse the invitation?
The beauty and solitude of the place is glorious. My iphonography skills don’t adequately capture the divine spirit that abides in the natural world and this particular little plot of heaven on Earth, but the images will suffice as reference when I attempt to translate the experience to original works of art on paper or canvas.
Before leaving to return to our “normal” lives of responsibilities and obligations, we took a tour of the surrounding parcels of land that have been in her family since the early 1900’s. Hearing the stories and feeling the history of the place still captures my imagination, and I look forward to disconnecting to reconnect again before the summer ends.
Delicate clusters of aromatic blooms on the back yard garden’s Meyer Lemon tree.
Life may give you lemons, but what you do with the zest from the lesson is what dictates the outcome.
Staying positive in times of uncertainty and turmoil can be tiring, but my determination to keep my optimism and sense of humor intact when faced with difficult situations has, thus far, endured. I’m grateful for the opportunities I’ve been given to overcome challenges, fortify my courage, and comprehend the lessons that are meant for me to learn.
The purple Anemone I planted in the garden last week recovered from the recent torrential downpours that we were blessed to receive. The rain drenched and delicate petals reflecting the afternoon light bolstered my resolve to be less of an enemy to myself so that my art practice and creative purpose has a stronger chance to more fully bloom.