All things art not made “by hand”
What do you think gets better with age?
While the tomatoes have long since been consumed, and yes, they were delicious straight off the vine, now I can only imagine their sweet juiciness. Luckily, I have this painting to remind me of lazier summer days and that particular garden’s bounty. Done 11 years ago, almost to the day, both the memory and the thing itself, are better for being carried forward to the present. Would it were that way for more of life’s undertakings.
Strangely, not seen on the menu this time
I always seem to get embroiled in things that aren’t necessarily my purview, often because I have some previous experience or know the best, fastest, and cheapest way to do it (yes, my way). Things usually roll merrily along until someone refuses to listen, is obstinate about following instructions or just takes me and my POV for granted.
It has been said that being less instantly reactive can be beneficial – I’m not so sure about that. Tonight I am like an unstirred pot of tomato sauce left on the stove on low heat for too long, where the bottom eventually burns – a state that is, unfortunately, irreversible and leaves a sourness in the mouth. No amount of immediate palate-cleansing helps, so you ditch it and start fresh. Or order out.
They’re finally dumping earth into the two gaping pits in the backyard, so there’s some progress being made. Thankful today for small miracles.
Playing with other blooms.
Not a whole lot coming up in the backyard but the hostas transplanted to big pots last year – that’s ok, they’re green and happy and right now that’s all that counts.
Because you already have an idea of the consequences
One of my mantras 😀 No matter what your preferred utensil, it’s probably good to have a plan, be willing to change course mid-stream and be open to the wisdom and experience of others. And keep moving forward…
ACROSS THE BORED 