Spring forward . . .

Daydream 

because the soul

needs to fly

Is there anything more charming than a swing? Especially an old, wooden, well loved swing, hanging from an old and very loved tree!  Those were my thoughts as I painted Daydreaming . . .  because what better place to daydream than on a swing. 

"Cling, swing, Spring, sing,

Swing up into the apple tree"

-T.S. Eliot-

 

"Grown ups are complicated creatures, 

full of quirks and secrets"

-Roald Dahl-

Signs of Spring . . .

There is something so lovely about spotting the first Robin ~ we have one in our garden & then spotted one walking. Although we still have snow, it's melting away quickly due to  very mild , sunny and windy  days. It feels like Spring.  

 Have a wonderful weekend.

deb xo

Pussy Willow Legend . . .

The first Spring blooms in our garden are that of the Pussy Willow. This year we had the time to cut them nice and early while the catkins were still tiny. Three hours later, I had filled two urns with clusters of furry catkins, created a wreath for both garden gates and still had a potting table filled to the brim.

I carried an armload inside (wedding bouquet style) ;-) and started decorating .  The tallest branches went into one of our antique crocks that sits by the fireplace and the shorter ones I turned into our Easter themed "kitchen tree". Little tiny eggs I painted last year and attached twine to were hung here and there. The eggs are so tiny that in order to paint them I had to rest them in the cap from the acrylic paint.

flowers

bumble bees

nests and eggs

snowdrops

and of course. . .  a bunny - paying homage to my  Cinders.

I love folk lore and recently read a Pussy Willow legend I had never heard before but one I will share with my grandsons when I give them their little pussy willow bundles.  

It goes like this ...

Pussy Willow

According to an old Polish legend, a mother cat was crying at the bank of a river in which her young kittens were drowning. They had fallen into the river while playing and chasing butterflies.

The Willows at the rivers edged longed to help them, so they swept their long graceful branches into the water.  The kittens gripped the branches tightly and were safely brought to shore.

Each springtime since, goes the legend, the Willow branches sprout tiny fur-like buds at their tips where the kittens once clung. 

Now that I have read the legend, I will have to paint a little kitten egg to add to the Easter tree :-D

Happy Tuesday

deb xo

 

International Women's Day

 The Branching Tree

{#30 in my Women of the Woods Series} 

There's a story in the trees that tells

of generations past.

Of roots that spread across the ground 

that are wide and strong and vast.

As told by ancient Mother dear

to branches down below.

The honored place that she has reached

preserving what she knows.

Maiden * Mother * Crone we know

preserve the family lore.

With steadfast branches at the top

to shoots that share the same core.

For under the crone's cloak of branches and vine

holds more than the eye can see.

Wisdom learned and status earned

from the founding member of the family tree.

~deb dunn~

Happy International Women's Day

Hands & Heart . . .

I haven't walked along the beach for what seems like ages ... not wanting to leave Archer alone at home.

I can hardly believe that it has almost been 2 weeks since his passing. We are missing him terribly!

 Now, when I sit down at my art table, it's beach scenes that pour out of me.

Perhaps it's all the shades of blue that I find soothing . . .or  the motion of waves and clouds .

"I believe art is utterly important.

It is one of the things that could save us"

~Mary Oliver~

Yesterday was a baking day. I looked through my "baking binder" and decided on cheese biscuits to have with supper, lemon cakes, and custard squares. Forgot to take a photo of the custard squares . . . ended up going for a long walk once everything was out of the oven and all the dishes were done and after tasting all the above mentioned goodies :-) 

I had re-filled all the feeders early in the morning, and the birds (and squirrels) kept me company as I rolled, whisked, mixed and stirred. Lots of bird "couples" arriving daily now, the doves, the cardinals, and a sweet little pair of chickadees that have been showing lots of interest in one of our bird houses.

The stream of sunshine pouring through the kitchen window is deceiving ... the garden is still full of snow and it was bitterly cold outside. 

"To be creative

means to be in love with life.

You can be creative only if you love life enough

that you want to embrace its beauty,

you want to bring more music to it,

a little more poetry to it,

a little more dance to it"

~Osho~ 

 Hope you are having a weekend filled with beauty!

d x

The great mystery . . .

"Everyone knows what art is, except the artist.

The artist, apparently, does not have to seek the ultimate ends of art

so much as the means to continue working.

Each time he paints, he must find confidence in himself,

believe in his instinct, without knowing how it will turn out"

~Philip Guston~ 

"There are four things in

this life that will change you.

Love

Music

Art

and

 Loss.

The first three will keep you wild

and full of passion.

May you allow the last

to make you brave"

~Erin Van Vuren~ 

A big canvas, well loved and used brushes, and jars of February's Full Moon infused water.

"The heart knows the way.

Sometimes it takes you to a certain place

other than the one you had planned,

and there you receive a signal,

you get a chance to experience

synchronicity and so you learn to trust

the guidance of the great mystery"

~Sri Prem Baba~ 

Blessed to live & paint near the shores of  beautiful Lake Ontario 

As above , so below 

 

The first of March ...

March 

The first morning walk without Archer. I took the same route we usually walked, yet nothing seemed the same. I can hardly believe it has been a week already. 

"there is no pain so great

as the memory of joy

in present grief"

~Aeschylus~ 

When I came home, I puttered a bit in the garden. Over the weekend, we saw many birds stop at the feeders. The turtle doves have returned and happily cooing. The cardinal couple in their gorgeous red jackets and a pair of black capped chickadees investigating one of our bird houses which was really exciting! One went in and then back out as the squirrels were chasing each other along the fence. Hoping they will return and nest here. I have the perfect view outside my kitchen window if they do!

The pussy willow is ready to be cut but there's still too much snow in the garden to safely stand on a ladder. Such a lovely first sign of moving into Spring. Soon, all my garden urns will be filled to the brim with willow branches.

 deb

xo