It’s too cold still to be gardening here and most of my projects are completed for the winter. This is the time of year that I recoup, reinspire, rediscover. I hope you have followed along and completed your lists of things you love, things you are okay with, things you dislike, and things you want to try. If not, click here! We have written poetry, and broken writing rules, and today we paint.
I finished the book “Paris Letters” by Janice Macleod, a lovely tale about a young woman that sold everything she had, and took the leap to Paris. Where, incidentally, she meets a romantic and not bad looking fellow. She began to carry watercolors around with her and painted scenes that became stationary for her Paris Letters.
After completing my list of what I love to do, what I am okay doing, what I dislike doing, what I want to try, I was surprised to see painting on my okay with, not what I can’t wait to do list. I think by the time I find all the paints, the canvas, the easel, and drag everything where I want it, I am too tired to paint. Presently, my paintings are being displayed at the local coffee shop. I did expect to have all new paintings there, but alas I have not painted in a year!
I decided to go get a two dollar pack of watercolors and watercolor paper. It fits in my ginormous bag that I carry with me everywhere (filled with books, tinctures, salves, day timer, phone, and Maryjane’s toys). I put water into a small canning jar and put that in my bag too. I can easily sit and paint at the spur of the moment. In two weeks, I have completed five paintings. None that should win awards, but perhaps delight the recipient.
I painted an elementary picture of Elsa, the baby goat, beneath an elm tree for my pen pal, Holly. (Want to be my pen pal? Click on the pen pal post!) I painted a rosemary plant and wrote a heartfelt letter to Nancy before she died. I painted a simple tea cup while at the coffee shop and sent it to my other pen pal, Debbie. I painted a duck yesterday at the coffee shop and wrote a letter to my great aunt Lila. Then last night I painted a cast iron skillet for my great aunt Donna.
Aunt Donna called me a week and a half ago after reading the Homesteading Oven post and said, “Now I know you don’t like electronics, but you need an oven! How can Shyanne bake without an oven?” And so, my dear aunt graciously and generously bought us a stove. So, the skillet will go out in the mail today to serve as a thank you note.
All of a sudden I am painting again and connecting with people. I encourage you to pick up a two dollar watercolor kit and fool around painting in the coffee shop. We have time. It’s not time to garden yet.