Two years ago, at the on set of Covid, before any of us knew what was really going on, I started an art journal. I would take my journal, watercolour paints, and a jam jar of water and sit by the pond in our garden and paint/write all my thoughts and happenings. Because "everything" was happening around my home and garden, I filled the pages with bird watching, garden changes, cooking (so many banana breads), day to day menus & inspirational quotes.
In one corner I wrote the date, weather, temperature, moon phase, sunrise & sunset.
And then . . . bit by bit, things started to open up and we slowly and cautiously went out and began doing "things" again and the journal went on a bookcase.
Looking & reading through the pages made me realize how lovely keeping a journal is. Each and every page mentions Archer, because, well, he was part of my everyday (me)!
I've loved looking through the pages and remembering . . . the return of the blackbirds , the lily of the valley spreading and filling up the garden beds . . . baby bunnies in the garden . . . the cardinal couple we named Frank and Peggy - Peggy had injured her wing/leg and it had set crooked and how her mate watched out for her (we did too) the movies we watched on T.V. and the music we listened to (dancing in the kitchen) while supper cooked.
" April 16 2020 4 degrees C ... Up before the birds and out the door by 6 am with Archer to get a walk and some fresh air" . I painted a picture with the words mask * scarf * gloves* hat * coat * sunglasses * checked off. . . lets go for a walk! and added one of Mary Oliver's quotes.
"I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And I gave it up.
And took my old body out in the morning
and sang"
-Mary Oliver-
"April 27 2020 14 degrees C . . . I wrote " Woke up at 5:30 am and even though it was raining, it was brighter... It's the little things. Walks in the morning with Archer, noticing all the subtle changes seen daily, being present and aware of the beauty a new day brings. Gratitude . . . In the garden today . . . sparrows * doves * cardinals * red winged blackbirds * lots of squirrels * robins * crackle"
"Everything that slows us down and forces patience,
everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature,
is a help.
Gardening is an instrument of grace"
-May Sarton-
I have about a dozen blank pages left in that journal and decided to just have fun with those pages picking up where I left off. In my nest, filling my days with memories and thoughts and what I've been up to. This time, I'm able to attach ticket stubs and programs once again :-)I've been writing about this fun Flower Magic ...
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