Setting the Picnic Table . . .

Summer is finally here, and for us, the scramble is on to see how many times we can eat outside before it starts to snow again!  Shhh, I shouldn’t even be saying it. That’s how it is in New England (or any snow country, I would imagine)…as opposed to where I came from in California, where a cookout in February is perfectly normal; sidewalk cafes and tables by the sea are available year round; the heat is dry, and there are very few bugs.  Sounds like heaven doesn’t it!?

But the other side of the coin is how ridiculously excited we are on the first beautiful day of spring, or when the first daffodil blooms, or when it finally turns to summer and we see the first lightening bugs flickering through the garden.  I love that feeling, like being a child again, all those “firsts”; it makes me want to get up and godo something!  There’s a finite point to the moments.  We know they’re fleeting. This is the only summer we have, and it’s all right now.  I set the table last night, was such a pretty picture and such a beautiful night.  Did you know I learned to cook because I loved to set the table?  It’s true. The dishes, the flowers, the napkins, pretty glasses, cute place cards, loved it all.  But I couldn’t get people to come look at my cute table unless there was food. Ergo . . . . . . you, guessed it, cooking.

(First time I have ever said ergo!  Who says that???  Do you say ergo?  I feel like William F. Buckley.)

OK, here’s a bit of “How the Blog Turns” news: Our RSS Feed, over there → in that column on the right, works now. When you click on it, you can check a box that will send you a notice via email, whenever I update the blog (if you’re so inclined).  Inch by inch we are figuring out blog world.

Well, that was a fun time-out but it’s back to the drawing board for me.  New book called “Pancakes” is on the front burner!  Meaning I can’t stop thinking about it!

Loving your comments by the way.  So far, I highly recommend blogging … what an amazing world we live in!

 

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Stuff you keep for life . . .

See this pot? I got it at Disneyland in California about two weeks before I painted my first painting. If you saw it on Ebay you wouldn’t give it a second look. I don’t know why I bought it or what I planned to use it for; I think I just loved the bird, but it has held the water for my watercolors since day one.  I’ve filled it at the kitchen sink, carried it through the “wood room” (creatively called that because the walls are wood), through the living room, and into my studio before the sun has come up, day after day, for years. Just a woman and her water pot.

I‘ve dipped my brush into it a zillion times.  My cat loves it too, she wants to drink my water, but she’s not allowed to unless I’ve put clean water in it…which I do constantly, for her. Since I’ve never been quite sure where this ability to paint has come from (sort of out of the blue you know, when I was thirty instead of when I was eight) … I’ve given some credit to this pot which I like to imagine might have a speck of Disney magic connected to it. 

Why not? For all I know Tinkerbell waved some fairy dust over it.  No telling how long that pot sat on a shelf in a “Main Street” store in Disneyland before I got it.  Could have happened. And two generations of kitty lapping can’t hurt either, for magic.  You use something long enough and it becomes rather a treasure to you…an odd, valueless treasure, that you wouldn’t part with for anything.  I also have a spoon that belonged to my Grandma, just a regular wooden spoon she used for making cookies.  Another treasure.  Infused with magic.  I know you know what I mean. 


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