My goodness, what happened to the last four weeks? Time has flown so quickly it is ridiculous! During this time I was on vacation for a week, but the three weeks afterward have thrown me for a loop with much busyness of life. It has left me precious little time to create, but when I’ve had a moment to do so I’ve had way too many ideas in my head, felt unorganized, and got nothing accomplished – this makes me cranky. Thankfully this week things have slowed down, and I’ve had a chance to organize my thoughts, semi-organize my work space, and post on the blog.
While organizing I found this cute little fellow that I painted a while ago but never shared, mostly because I thought the hay looked more like spaghetti noodles than hay. Who’s to say that giraffes don’t enjoy spaghetti? Happy Wednesday!
Wow, did May “fly” by as quickly for you as it did for me? I have a love/hate relationship with months when that happens. I love that it happens because it usually means I was quite busy doing worthwhile things, but I hate that in what seems like a blink the month is gone. Indeed we were busy last month with a family vacation, which I thoroughly loved, but in that blink of preparation I did not get to create much or blog. It’s okay – It was totally worth it and I am sure to make up for it. (I did get a lot of painting inspiration on the trip.)
For this month’s Draw A Bird Day I offer this meadowlark, inspired by a photo taken by my ever-talented brother-in-law, Rob. I changed up the scenery a little but hopefully captured the essence of the bird he photographed.
Thanks, Rob, for inspiring me with your skillful photos!
This fluffy polar bear is another entry created in my sketchbook a few weeks ago.
It is sad to me that such a beautiful creature ended up this way. The curators do a good job of taking care of this specimen and regularly vacuum and brush his fur to keep it beautifully fluffy.
Did you know that a pineapple is considered a berry? “The pineapple plant’s flowers produce berries that actually coalesce together around the fruit’s core. So the pineapple fruit itself is actually a bunch of ‘fruitlets’ fused together.” It can take a pineapple two years to grow to maturity, so no wonder they can be a bit pricey at the grocery store.
As a pineapple fruit grows, the outer rind or shell becomes tough and prickly, resembling a pine cone, which is how it got its name.
These are two simple sketches I made in my sketchbook while sitting on the back porch. We have a sweet gum tree right outside the door, and with this year’s weather being so mild I was able to observe more of the springtime growing.
Note: My sketchbook is not meant to be filled with masterpieces but rather more of visual diary of experiences, sometimes hastily sketched and colored. Although I like this style of this Moleskine sketchbook and the paper within can handle a lot of water, it does not act like true watercolor paper in that the flow is just not there. If you have any suggestions on a better sketchbook, I’m all ears. Maybe I will have to just make my own, as per Teri’s and Jill’s recommendations in the past.
This branch held tightly closed male flowers that will eventually blossom and spread pollen. The brown, spikey ball is actually a dried female flower of the tree leftover from last year. They have taught me not to walk in the back yard in my bare feet! No leaves were on the tree at the time of this drawing.
Sweet Gum – two weeks later
This sketch was drawn nearly two weeks later, and the male flowers have already blossomed and most have fallen to the ground. Fresh growth of bright green female flowers can be seen dangling from the tree. These catch the pollen from the male flowers and there we have a simple biology lesson 🙂 I was also amazed at how many leaves had emerged and the tree was already starting to provide shade. By autumn the female flowers will start becoming dried and prickly.
Note 2: I’ve seen ideas on Pinterest of these spikey pods covered in glitter and hung on a Christmas tree. Hmmmm, maybe a little tacky but they sure would be eye-catching!
We are fortunate to live close to the Indiana border where some of the sweetest, crispest corn is grown. We buy it directly from a local farm – a dozen at a time – and freeze any leftovers to put into soups and stews.
I’ll never forget the first time I ate just-picked corn. Our friend Barb’s parents grew fresh corn on their property. We picked the corn, prepared it, and moments later it was piping hot on our plates. No salt or butter was necessary because it tasted “a-maizing” on its own!