There was a lot of clearing and space making but I am waiting on the farmer next door to drop some composted cow shit here. Nice to have them right next door. They spent the weekend making hay while the sun shined. I woke up to the sound of mowing. The smell of cut grass. It was nearly as high as an elephant's eye. It's amazing how hard they work. It is 7 pm and they are still at it. I appreciate them, their beautiful sustainable lifestyle. The way they treat their land and their animals.
This old tree just keeps falling apart but remains standing... making soil. I watch. Learn.
I added some ghostly petals to the Old Sunflower Star, trying to stay with the feel of the memory of edges. I think it has become a self portrait.
And this one, well something rose up in me, while looking at the weather report. Heat Wave coming. A Wave. The power of waves. Waves. Waves of rebellion popped into mind. That felt right. Enough already. Change is gonna come. I hope you feel it.
I am preparing for some wood splitting here, making room for stacking, which will far exceed the wood shed. There were all those trees cut from last summer. It's so hot, hard to think about fire. But winter will come.
I've scheduled a shop update for 2 PM today.
And a newsletter for tomorrow. Unless I wander off into the forest.
Looking forward to seeing your sunflower star progress with the ghost petals. ❣️
It’s very elusive…
We’ve been on the heatwave for a week or two. No recent rains. Gardens are beginning to suffer. I adore that old Tree, continuing to serve in its snag state. Yes, Trees are great and wise Teachers. Love your art, Jude!
it’s looking at me
Ah…to wander off in the forest…a most reputable quest!
Maybe an instinct…
Be sure to come back if you wander off. 🙂
Sometimes I dream about getting lost…
Love YOUR Heat Wave…the one forecast for this week? Not so much 😑
Yeah well, thinks come in waves, my dad taught me to ride them…