Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Illusion of Control
This time of year in the garden marks the season when I think I am in control. The plants haven't filled out, some early blooming perennials like iris and peonies are starting to come in and everything is just very green. It's so restful without all those nasty weeds and the urgent struggle of one plant trying to overcome another. Ahh spring!
This is the time when I imagine that I'll be able to undertake all those garden projects on the ever-growing list. I'll fit in garden time and studio time because, really, there's not all that much to do.
The birds are singing, courting and nesting, hummingbirds have returned, skies are blue, etc., etc.
And everything is so neat and well behaved. (Here you see in the background the Weber grill that serves as garden sculpture.)
The one exception is these lousy peonies (in pink) that demand support and then go to mush in rain. (Note the poor planning of the yellow and orange pansies - but they were there first.) Let's see how long it takes me to cut off these mushy, dead or dying blooms.
The moss and ferns are great at this time of year when it's still so dampish and cool. (Note the found - unearthed - Easter Island figure.)
Perfect little hostas emerge so sweetly.
Or some have enormous leaves, bigger than dinner plates, with not a trace of insect hole, wind damage, sun burn, etc., etc.
This is some European ginger I rescued that was growing wild in the front lawn. I'm rooting it here.
This is what it looks like when it's established. It's a lovely shade groundcover.
The yard looks a lot like a park with the shade trees and chairs. No annuals yet to water and deadhead.
And the boys are always in attendance.
If only the illusion would last.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Energy Levels
As I mentioned in my last post, we had a little houseguest for a few days while our friend LoLo was out of town. This is the first time that we have had a doggie stayover and it was fun for all - with a few adjustments.
Bongo (also referred to by us as Bong-Bong, Bongster, Mr. Bongaloid and Toonces)
Bongo is a Pomeranian, weighs maybe 10 pounds and has the energy of about 17 dogs - at least as compared to our laid-back Labs.
Here one of our boys yawns with excitement.
Bongo fit right in with our family of two people, two dogs and three cats. The cats were a bit scared initially.
Bongo went to the studio with me a couple of days, visited my mother and all the other ladies at the nursing home (he was a very big hit), slept under the bed at night and insisted on being held and cuddled.
Having a little dog was a new experience for us. I liked it a lot because he could go mostly everywhere and didn't take up a lot of space. I also liked the cuddling. The sneaky french kisses I could have done without.
We hadn't really been all that aware of Bongo's high energy until he went home. Then we all had a nap.
Bongo (also referred to by us as Bong-Bong, Bongster, Mr. Bongaloid and Toonces)
Bongo is a Pomeranian, weighs maybe 10 pounds and has the energy of about 17 dogs - at least as compared to our laid-back Labs.
Here one of our boys yawns with excitement.
Bongo fit right in with our family of two people, two dogs and three cats. The cats were a bit scared initially.
Bongo went to the studio with me a couple of days, visited my mother and all the other ladies at the nursing home (he was a very big hit), slept under the bed at night and insisted on being held and cuddled.
Having a little dog was a new experience for us. I liked it a lot because he could go mostly everywhere and didn't take up a lot of space. I also liked the cuddling. The sneaky french kisses I could have done without.
We hadn't really been all that aware of Bongo's high energy until he went home. Then we all had a nap.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Live It Up - It's the Holidays!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Soul Survivor
Never mind all this crappy economic theorizing about art being a luxury: art is a necessity - especially if you make it. We need art for our souls, not for investment, and when I stay out of the studio for a week, I can feel my soul shriveling.
This past week has been filled with things keeping me out of the studio from work to pet emergency to visiting my elderly mother to laziness, avoidance and postponement - you know, the usual. Every time I stay away like this, there are physical, emotional and spiritual consequences - not to mention my becoming impossible to be around. And now I have another consequence to add to the list - no blog topics. Oh, God, the guilt! Just what I needed - more guilt!
So, the best I can do is to promise to go to the studio tomorrow...OK, run to the studio tomorrow, and meanwhile, post some cheery photos of my world.

That darkish spot center right is the head of Bobby Budha, a statue that sits beside a walkway to the upper part of the yard.
I posted the garden in spring the other day - lush, green and verdant. Now it's a soggy mess of spring snow overlaying a thick crust of ice and underlaid by mud. These photos were from this morning after an overnight wet snow of 3" or so.

Raised beds as they look now - buried beds under a mound. Poor man's fertilizer? We can only hope.

Kirby's pool and forlorn chairs amid the drooping hemlock branches.

Da Boyz with Chippie (stuffed, not dead)
This past week has been filled with things keeping me out of the studio from work to pet emergency to visiting my elderly mother to laziness, avoidance and postponement - you know, the usual. Every time I stay away like this, there are physical, emotional and spiritual consequences - not to mention my becoming impossible to be around. And now I have another consequence to add to the list - no blog topics. Oh, God, the guilt! Just what I needed - more guilt!
So, the best I can do is to promise to go to the studio tomorrow...OK, run to the studio tomorrow, and meanwhile, post some cheery photos of my world.

That darkish spot center right is the head of Bobby Budha, a statue that sits beside a walkway to the upper part of the yard.
I posted the garden in spring the other day - lush, green and verdant. Now it's a soggy mess of spring snow overlaying a thick crust of ice and underlaid by mud. These photos were from this morning after an overnight wet snow of 3" or so.

Raised beds as they look now - buried beds under a mound. Poor man's fertilizer? We can only hope.

Kirby's pool and forlorn chairs amid the drooping hemlock branches.
Kirby's pool in happier weather with Mr. K in his favorite spot and Mr. H doing the heavy looking on. (He doesn't indulge.)

Da Boyz with Chippie (stuffed, not dead)
So there you have it. Snow, garden and dogs - where the hell's the art?
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