This is Sadie, a rescue that belongs to my daughter-in-law and son, which makes her my granddog 🙂
Sadie’s bark is much bigger than her bite, and although she is a large-sized pooch, she thinks she is a lap dog and loves to cuddle. I enjoyed the challenge of painting her lighter fur colors and hope Maura was happy with Sadie’s portrait for her birthday gift. Happy birthday, Maura! ❤
It’s been quite cold here, and watching our backyard birds is such a relaxing pastime, albeit from the warmth of the family room rather than the screened porch. This weekend we will put out some oranges and meal worms and maybe get some new visitors at the feeders. However, I think the cardinals will always be my favorite. Have a great weekend!
A few years ago, we were lucky enough to travel to Greece, and my all-time favorite stop was the island of Corfu. We hired a local man, Spiros, who drove us around, showed us some of the gorgeous off-the-beaten-path beauty, and explained what daily life was like in the small town.
Corfu Canapés – Lunchtime in Corfu, Greece Watercolor
At lunchtime, Spiro stopped at a tiny store and bought a loaf of fresh, crusty bread and local soft cheese. We drove down the road to a building that had outdoor seating, as well as gardens of basil and tomatoes. Spiro sliced the bread, cheese, and tomatoes, drizzled them with olive oil, and sprinkled fresh basil and herbs on top. This was served to us with local olives and tastings of red wine followed by shots of powerful, black-licorice-tasting ouzo. I can still remember the crispy bread, the creamy, delicate cheese, the pungent herbs, and the fresh-pressed olive oil. Opa!
We took photos of this round little bird, a European Robin, in Ireland recently. Although they have similar colors with red chest feathers, I wondered why its body shape was so unlike an American Robin’s. In actuality, it is because they are from different bird families, but this old European legend might explain why each is referred to as a robin.
The legend states that on the night Jesus was born, a robin heard Mary’s plea to keep their dying fire from burning out. This robin fanned the fire with its wings until the fire was warm and red. While continuing to fan the fire, the robin picked up twigs with its beak and threw them onto the fire to keep the flames glowing. However, the flames singed the robin’s white breast, turning it red.
Isn’t that a charming story? It is thought that when Europeans began to emigrate to the United States, this legend was applied to our American Robin simply because of its coloring.