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"What, he growled, is the <i>real</i> reason that she was able to make those flowers? <i>Some things take living long enough to do,</i> I said. I was speaking from across the line, across the cut. It just took time, I went on to tell him, and it wasn't purposive. It evolved, first from silhouettes, and then from handiwork and collecting shells and designing shell grottoes, and then designing her dresses, and then from drawing and painting and gardening, and from being supported in her enthusiasms by her sister and her husband, and lastly from not being able to paint, from a feeling of the world dimming, and from the energy of the natural world and the way she was supported by her friend.<br />
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The whole combination of things amounted to how Charles Bukowski defined age. Of all the sloppy, unboundaried, drunken poets I never thought I'd have a good word to say about, he nailed it. On the radio one day I heard him wisecrack, "Age is the sum of all we do." That's a bit of what happens to a plant, too. It keeps adding up unti it blooms, but even after blooming, after mid-life, so to speak, it keeps going, because it has to start withering. Only in drying does the real fertility begin, the seedcase forming, and only then are the seeds available to be blown apart and travel and settle. The fierce winter of dormancy is part of it all - the biennial approach to life.<br />
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A full<i> </i>year of this blog<i>. </i> I wasn't sure I'd stick with it, but here I am. It has given a structure to this year, like a skeleton. A year seems so short these days. Looking back I see that the front garden peaked around the time of the summer solstice. This year it peaked about a month ago--this is more typical I think. Today, an unusual bit of rain after some beautiful days.</div>
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Somehow, the watercolor sketches have turned up in a new form in some little still life collages. Something fun and playful as a balance to more serious and spare paintings. This is an effect I definitely was not expecting from this process, but I was hoping for surprises!</div>
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Fresh lettuce! Salad straight from the yard with green onions, parsley, arugala, coriander. What could be better? A few clear, calm days, everything freshly rained upon. The very full moon clearly visible. A soft fragrance in the garden in the evening.<br />
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Nearing the culmination of this year's cycle of paintings, which usually runs from September through the beginning of June. Thinking about "What is beauty?" Meanwhile, lots of experimentation with smaller "designs." A feeling of experimentation in general!Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003045835836512488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107148643029564910.post-9155773566583001832012-04-06T10:49:00.000-07:002012-04-06T11:01:27.307-07:00April Full Moon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">Bright orange poppies, yellow-orange gazania, reddish-orange African daisies, pale orange small African daisies, deep orange flowers of the plant next to the front stairs that I can't remember the name of. Then there's lavender, purple, white, pink, yellow and the deep red of the maple leaves, not to mention green. Full spring in the front yard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>In January</i><i><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">No ice, not even rain, but
plenty of soup: cream of broccoli, chickpea and kale, sweet and sour
cabbage. Last summer we had no
summer, now we have winter without winter. Hard to say what season it is—not warm, not gloomy, just cool, gorgeous, clear weather,
chilly at night. Growing anxiety
about no rain—such a contrast to last year. Started to water a bit, but soon may have to get serious about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I enjoyed the holiday
socializing , now enjoying January solitude. A slow time, working solidly in the studio. Photographed the last series on mulberry
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<span style="font-size: small;">What would I choose for my winter count? A number of events come to mind. The death of a good friend stands out. Other deaths and impending mortality of friends and family have colored this year. And yet, not a sad year--just a reminder of the transitory nature of our existence. A call to appreciate the beauty and camaraderie while it lasts. I often have a vision of my friend up in the sky, smiling and waving to me from the beyond.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The day of solstice feels like a pause, a moment of stillness in the ongoing turning of the year.</span></span></div>Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003045835836512488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107148643029564910.post-75726394978359066072011-12-10T09:27:00.000-08:002011-12-10T10:09:12.236-08:00December Full Moon<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
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<span style="font-size: small;"> An early morning eclipse! A small bite at 5am, by 6:00 the moon was a
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<span style="font-size: small;">I am often up at that hour but beyond going out for the
newspaper, I don't experience outdoors at that hour very often. From
the deck the sound of the freeway is noticeable in our very quiet
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during the dark hours since it is so rarely warm enough to sit outside
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<span style="font-size: small;">It has been very cold at night but no rain lately, just a hazy sky. Many of the plants are confused and blooming--some roses this month, California poppies right now. I don't feel my usual winter inwardness. Busy with a computer project, paintings coming along. By 3 o'clock the sun is low in the sky and I feel the evening coming on, and of course the vegetable garden is ragged and brown, otherwise could be almost any time of year.</span></div>
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a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.</i><i><br />
If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things,</i><i><br />
this is the best season of your life.</i></span> </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wu Men </span></div></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Cold at night now but clear sunny days. </span><span style="font-size: small;">Dampness and dew in the mornings. </span><span style="font-size: small;">Daylight savings time has started so the afternoons close in earlier.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> The vegetable garden foliage is drying up but l</span><span style="font-size: small;">emons are starting to ripen.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> Succulents still flourishing. Lots of new bamboo in the last month.</span><span style="font-size: small;">Trying to keep up with weeds and grass in the front garden.</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;">I'm going to plant tulips and iris today. </span></div></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Flow in the studio. Moving along from one collage to the next. Working with limitations of size, color, black and white. Letting it evolve, studying the details of line, materials, colors, and layering. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Spider season. Hard to walk anywhere in the yard without getting caught in a web. Also raccoon season. Matt chasing them off the deck in the middle of the night and battening down their hoped-for nesting places. Unusual amount of rain this early in the season but some warm sunny days in between. Still plenty of tomatoes and apples. We ate the first winter squash. Bidens goldilocks and lantana are the main show in the front garden. Gazania doing a new round. My favorite sunny sitting place in back is now in shade.</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Settled on a painting program. Making progress in tai chi--started a second class. Beginning to feel some of the connections between painting and tai chi.</span></div><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Feeling the fluctuations of dark and light in the weather, in my physiology, working with black and white in the paintings.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Swinging on delicate hinges</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i> </i><i>the Autumn leaf</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Almost off the stem.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Jack Kerouac</span></span> </div></div>Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003045835836512488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107148643029564910.post-43911958370464373272011-09-21T12:26:00.000-07:002011-10-28T06:55:37.802-07:00Autumn Equinox<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiaj2tsb906T2dEbqzvEymKq0uzQn_WZga8sHtMkEIc11dTToi2f9nZ-bS0hq-tHdXgucdcd1IFPBAfc1TXnQvjXX8On5UznZpsBP377zXx2yOKFQPqqAa3aEK3pCv33_sqmMw7QQS1o/s1600/equinox+wc2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiaj2tsb906T2dEbqzvEymKq0uzQn_WZga8sHtMkEIc11dTToi2f9nZ-bS0hq-tHdXgucdcd1IFPBAfc1TXnQvjXX8On5UznZpsBP377zXx2yOKFQPqqAa3aEK3pCv33_sqmMw7QQS1o/s320/equinox+wc2.jpg" width="272" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: small;">Autumn slanting light and summer weather. This is our Bay Area climate. The vegetable garden is winding down. Time to freeze tomatoes, pesto, applesauce. Shell the dried beans. Soon the sad day will come when I have to buy lettuce. The peppers have been great this year.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Flowers winding down too, things starting to look overgrown. Trying to keep the new plants going until the rain starts.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A feeling of unsettledness. Uneasy about the national and international news. Family complications.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Getting back into the painting groove. Aiming for "lightness".</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Elizabeth Lawrence</span></div>Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003045835836512488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107148643029564910.post-78874006253909834612011-09-12T11:53:00.000-07:002011-10-28T07:15:31.458-07:00September Full Moon<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg10JqvZsNI2d68u7maNsjq6sWsU8PD3BA2pms5Tc6aelo0JYFb2M1x_JPbGYO2MQZxsT6s48foaexYKKx5xiRl02FpV33E5MdIVY7ye0fM-0BsQxtq1gyuy_aCNt286Z4gcr1uxmc5K1E/s1600/sept+wc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg10JqvZsNI2d68u7maNsjq6sWsU8PD3BA2pms5Tc6aelo0JYFb2M1x_JPbGYO2MQZxsT6s48foaexYKKx5xiRl02FpV33E5MdIVY7ye0fM-0BsQxtq1gyuy_aCNt286Z4gcr1uxmc5K1E/s320/sept+wc.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>For man, autumn is a time of harvest, </i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>of gathering together.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>For nature, it is a time of sowing, </i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>of scattering abroad.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;">Edwin Way Teale </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp3e6TsT5rIMvCYFjmCDLAfUft92i1yJplEiFkp7f7V9UPlbX4IF3NDQeKKeYjgWIbNDCmB20UCG5gb1Ai-ouje2-HepfqLRGaDIIvT2eJG1CNOEVbV62xkllNzdrAOGFi2-25yWHBthg/s1600/IMG_3169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp3e6TsT5rIMvCYFjmCDLAfUft92i1yJplEiFkp7f7V9UPlbX4IF3NDQeKKeYjgWIbNDCmB20UCG5gb1Ai-ouje2-HepfqLRGaDIIvT2eJG1CNOEVbV62xkllNzdrAOGFi2-25yWHBthg/s320/IMG_3169.JPG" width="240" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I made the first batch of applesauce. Tomatoes are starting to pile up and we had pesto for dinner. In the last month the caterpillars formed cocoons--a green one on a green anise stalk and a dark one on the dark red lettuce. The bean plants are drying. Birds in the buckthorn, squirrels wreaking havoc on the apple trees, tasting as many as possible. The sunflowers are almost finished but the Japanese anenome, lantana and plumbago are blooming.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">A feeling of not-k</span><span style="font-size: small;">nowing. Gratitude for all I have materially and for the relationships I have, even with their difficulties. Not knowing the direction ahead with family, with art. A sense of waiting. The sun is lower in the sky, the light is different, not as clear.</span></div><i> </i><i><br />
</i></div>Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003045835836512488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107148643029564910.post-552538251965583992011-08-13T11:44:00.000-07:002011-10-28T06:59:00.952-07:00August Full Moon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEKh1ObQs9-rGww57axouXejm6rT7tC-DQgWuLgmU5co8KPBfuzbPXxrs7nF4OJ7rzRAzHsACJiL4xPoML4cXKnsylLUShuHAnuU8MQIW2G1HoFWlXUonu26BIy2v1rrZuERB1CN8Z2M/s1600/IMG_3137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEKh1ObQs9-rGww57axouXejm6rT7tC-DQgWuLgmU5co8KPBfuzbPXxrs7nF4OJ7rzRAzHsACJiL4xPoML4cXKnsylLUShuHAnuU8MQIW2G1HoFWlXUonu26BIy2v1rrZuERB1CN8Z2M/s320/IMG_3137.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's still mid-summer in the bay area but somehow autumn and turning inward is in view. Still chilly and foggy in the mornings, clearing up a bit earlier. Tomatoes ad zucchini are kicking in. Swallowtail caterpillars on the anise plants. Pincushions are nearly finished, I need to take them out. Hibiscus is almost finished. For some reason the blackberries weren't very tasty this year--maybe too much rain?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Suddenly back in the studio--a series of small collages. Thinking of flowers in the wilderness--beauty that no one sees and is short lived. Art can be like this. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">The feeling is of consolidation, deepening. Not reaching out but allowing the relationships I have to deepen, unfold, blossom. Not of effort but of letting veils drop. Relationships with people but also with art, tai chi and nature. This somehow feels somewhat overwhelming, stressful even, though it is about letting go.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>This is just to say</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCDJU6EC6tg2C9tEZp73H2-wh63gXFfpGipXUCih_rJvo52-DSlH_oSgNdiw-ZYi3AtT7xPGgP7j8zHmyCtg58-J7vs1n6UFGU1INTlUkyRZnsJdyIiThJSpPquk5Iy9WvTnOQCJhZC0/s1600/August+wc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaCDJU6EC6tg2C9tEZp73H2-wh63gXFfpGipXUCih_rJvo52-DSlH_oSgNdiw-ZYi3AtT7xPGgP7j8zHmyCtg58-J7vs1n6UFGU1INTlUkyRZnsJdyIiThJSpPquk5Iy9WvTnOQCJhZC0/s320/August+wc.jpg" width="149" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>I have eaten</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>the plums </i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>that were in </i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>the icebox</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>and which </i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>you were probably</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>saving</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>for breakfast</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>forgive me</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>they were delicious</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>so sweet</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>and so cold</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">William Carlos Williams</span></div>Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003045835836512488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107148643029564910.post-22496759071750618172011-07-15T13:20:00.000-07:002011-10-28T07:03:15.649-07:00July Full Moon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbG56coc14Z2Gb0_H4zRAv2sBQqHUpmS6A5r2SjxgMpjHb5lNNvveMosfklvM69_0ZaDiHPAfG9bwhtH_7wZA2X_gx1o1Mm18Px4kLndee5giOakYxnr8-3KlWmd9kZc4nllDaQfWWfI/s1600/IMG_3125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbG56coc14Z2Gb0_H4zRAv2sBQqHUpmS6A5r2SjxgMpjHb5lNNvveMosfklvM69_0ZaDiHPAfG9bwhtH_7wZA2X_gx1o1Mm18Px4kLndee5giOakYxnr8-3KlWmd9kZc4nllDaQfWWfI/s200/IMG_3125.JPG" width="149" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's been a chilly, foggy week. Earlier in the month the weather was warm and beautiful. Many days getting the garden into shape--pulling out poppies and love-in-the mist that had gone wild. Planted the succulents from Gordon's garden.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In bloom now--purple and white potato vine, honeysuckle, succulents, plumbago, pincushion, oxalis. I counted nearly 100 ornamentals, what a surprise! Roses still sickly.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">From Matt's garden: strawberries, mustard greens, zucchini, peas. Blackberries getting going.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A feeling of maintenance, cultivation, rest. Letting go of things as they are. Working with activities that I find difficult: tai chi, gardening, attending art community events. Taking a break from painting. Catching up on household maintenance. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Enjoying my quiet life.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>your Original Mind.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds;</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Elegant beyond words, he chants his song night after night.</i></span></div><br />
<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ikkuyu</span></div>Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003045835836512488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107148643029564910.post-59428193389470169662011-06-21T12:39:00.000-07:002011-10-28T07:04:18.193-07:00Summer Solstice<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The lillies!</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The stems, just as they are,</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>The flowers, just as they are.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Basho</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Beautiful clear, warm day. A sudden heat spell yesterday and today. We were able to eat outside last night. Many birds and bees, the sound of birdsong.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Highlights from Matt's garden: peas, potatoes, boysenberries, beets.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">The front garden has peaked: poppies, gazania, geranium, bidens goldilocks, angel's fishing rod, crocosimia, alstroemeria all in bloom. Roses don't look too good. Maybe next year I'll know the names of more of the flowers. Oxalis, love-in-a-mist, fuschia in bloom in the side and back gardens.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">A feeling of completion: of a series of work and of outreach efforts. Finished the first level of tai chi. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">A sense of abundance, effortlessness, ease.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">Intention: more focus on the garden </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbOD8I9NlKLhkZ7cMKt8isdCEBKHUhsAU8L95hd6GNhQ_guh22vCSmg0LZX_FpptOCoONfoI7VodKWeaL3tMM1xUw9O8BGRE4ymZZ51lIuB1X1_ZjcbcIhwqVM_R4AGJn55GFTgiwPpE/s1600/IMG_3111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbOD8I9NlKLhkZ7cMKt8isdCEBKHUhsAU8L95hd6GNhQ_guh22vCSmg0LZX_FpptOCoONfoI7VodKWeaL3tMM1xUw9O8BGRE4ymZZ51lIuB1X1_ZjcbcIhwqVM_R4AGJn55GFTgiwPpE/s200/IMG_3111.JPG" width="167" /></a></div>Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18003045835836512488noreply@blogger.com0