This is at the OOM Conservation area. No going any further than the parking lot because it was nasty. I stayed in the car comfy with my tea and paints and watching the weather whizz by.
It’s not often I get to experience something for the first time and something that no one I know has reported… but this week… yup, that’s me!
I was patting myself on the back recently for remembering to restock the old toilet paper after putting the last roll in the bathroom. Pat. Pat. Pat. Well done woman, well done!
Time passes and the day comes to break into the new package and put the next roll on. Something seemed weird from the beginning but it took me a few days to figure it out. And I’ve been laughing ever since because…
This roll of my normal plain ol’ Scot 1000 HAS NO FREAKIN’ PERFORATIONS!
You may begin to laugh now… maybe there’s a poem in there somewhere.
I think the wind and sleet got to me last night and this morning. Ready for spring, mother nature. C’mon, you can do it!
This morning,
amidst wind and sleet
appeared a flock
huddled and clinging,
impaled on branches,
dislodged by the
next gust,
flown now, circling,
they rejoin last year’s
broken castoffs
seeking the wood’s refuge.
This took a few passes. I think the wind rattled my brain too much!
When you go out to paint, try to forget what objects you have before you, a tree, a house, a field or whatever. Merely think, here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow, and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact colour and shape, until it gives your own naïve impression of the scene before you. — Claude Monet
There’s nothing that says “Spring!” quite like skunky.
Black and white stain on road
the blunt, matte smell
trailing after the cars.
What is that? Oh.
Yes. That’s what.
Fading at the same speed.
It’s the whiff
spring keeps on giving:
to travelers
and to those awakened,
the midnight question,
the roadside memorial.
Nothing can resist a human will that will stake even its existence on the extent of its purpose.
