I was looking for a groove and I was just not finding one, sometimes work flows as though, through an open spigot, sometimes it just doesn't. I tried this and that but it just wasn't happening so I went out and tore around in the garden and I must add that it was so hot I thought I might pass out, I didn't, I just drank a gallon or two of water instead, the garden looks better. The studio was feeling a little torturous so I stayed out of it and went hiking instead. The bears are out, I stepped over a big pile of fresh scat two days ago and looked for tracks on the trail I was taking but the bear had gone into the brush and I was hoping I wouldn't see it, I didn't.
I love this line "cowgirl up cupcake" a perfect one for me during the dreaded summer months. It's taken from this book one of my dear friends recommended, when your down always read a book about someone that really has it tough so you can recognize what a big whiny wimp you really are! I'm currenty reading this! Oh my gosh what a big baby I am, I should just pull weeds and work in the sun as gratitude for not being born in war torn Chechnya......
..but I didn't pull those weeds in the heat, I just moved to a higher elevation because I could. Let freedom ring!!
Nice and cool in the early morning
the stars are ablaze
Blackberry brambles verdant and beautiful...
the fruit a delight. I ate a million or two then I heard a bear clamber from the acre or so of bushes. I was with my girlfriend and as is our demeanor for walking in the early morning, we were speaking in hushed tones when we suddenly heard the sound of big crunching, so we began speaking loudly, addressing the bear, "hey bear, you've had enough move, along" We sang silly songs to it. Have you ever been alone in a bears presence and sung really loudly as to not startle it? I have..... The Fool on the Hill is always a good choice :)
* The bear left in a big hurry scattering ripe berries all over the ground, Banjo feasted too.
So much beauty to explore and a good dog to explore it with, this is good.
yucca taking on the first light
Headed down to the stream..
fallen alders and metamorphic rock
Mint and watercress on a small pond where we sat and watched the trout surface for mosquitos, a flip followed by concentric rings. We decided we should build a small bear proof cabin right here, and catch some trout. I would stuff them with a bay leaf borrowed from a nearby tree, my friend thought that minted trout would be delicious. We could sustain on cattail roots during the winter months and make flat bread from the buckwheat we gathered and stored in the fall.
Girls can dream aloud while watching trout and blue dragons...
but we didn't build a cabin, we just lingered a bit longer and watched the breeze toss the rhygrasses before we headed back home to our lives....
* sold & sold
where we both cowgirled up to face another summer day...
Much lug, Ro