1. It’s raspberry season!
My black raspberries are ripening at a lovely rate that affords me ten or so berries every morning for my cereal, warmed by the sun, fresh off the vine. I walk out to the raspberry patch, sometimes barefoot, and fill up my hand with my favorite little aggregate fruit of numerous drupelets. They are so sweet and sleepy looking. I adore the action of raspberry picking. It’s so satisfying to pull the fruit from the plant. One has to grasp the berry gently, so as not to squish it, but firmly because it takes a bit of force to separate the fruit from its stem. This fruit is so squashable. So vulnerable without the protection of a thick skin. No wonder they hide so well under broad leaves amidst the prickles.
What’s your favorite fruit?
I’m the queen of the raspberries.
2. Mister Pinkerton, the railway cat, throws you the stink eye.
I love to nestle my feet under under Mister Pinky, wherever he lays, because I like the feel of his paws on my bare feet. He has killer claws but he never pushes them into the tops of my feet. He just rests them there, soft and warm and if I get to feel his warm little pink and black pads on the roof of my foot, it’s pure heaven. Try it. It’s a glorious sensory experience — like petting baby grass.
3. My sweet peas are blooming. They boast the sweetest smell of all. I linger by the section of fence they are clambering up and I breathe deep. I hope the flowers last forever. When they are close, I feel cradled by their lanky tendrils and long legs.
4. Judith is the silliest chicken. I love it when she looks straight at the camera with this goofy expression on her face. Chickens are always so wide eyed. They’re never lazy looking. They’re all bright eyed bird, beak and wattle.
Winona is looking especially pretty this morning and was willing to pose for a photo. Rhonda is always quite camera shy so I failed to capture a shot of her but I’d like to point out that I DO think Rhonda the resilient red will be the first to lay an egg. She seems like the most physically mature out of the three ladies. She has the most developed wattle and comb. See Winona’s wattle there below her beak? It’s just been developing this past week and a half or so. Judith doesn’t really have a wattle yet even though she’s the largest of the three girls — she is, after all, six weeks younger than the big girls. Every day I check the nesting box expecting an egg. I think I’ll find one any day now and Rhonda will be the one to give it.
I love chickens.
Even if my radishes don’t.
5. Meanwhile. Out in the studio I’ve been hard at work on a handful of resin projects. There are two Bliss Necklaces featuring poppy pods, resin and aspen branches that I am hoping to finish today as well as a zany ring design I sketched up a couple of months ago that is taking AGES for me to finish. It’s quite sculptural, somewhat otherworldly and it involves resin. The resin work on this ring is taking me ages to finish since each layer needs about a 6 hour cure and it will probably take me 8 resin treatments to complete the pod filling. Whew! Resin is not for those who require instant gratification! That’s for certain. This ring will be zany if I can carry the design off without wrecking it! Keep your fingers crossed for me. This design is unlike anything I’ve made in the past! I can’t wait to show it to you!
6. I really like it when I line my fingers up wrong on the computer keyboard and then I look away while typing and when I glance back to the screen I’ve typed a paragraph of jumbly garble that doesn’t make any sense. I always laugh out loud, delete the nonsense and then start again. But I think it would be fun to type someone a letter with my hands shifted slightly to the right They’d have to sit down at their typewriter and figure out what the heck I was trying to write by translating my typing shifted back over one space to the left.
Wouldn’t that be infuriatingly glorious?
Happy Thursday.
You zanies.
xx
PLUME
6. I really like it when I line my fingers up wrong on the computer keyboard and then I look away while typing and when I glance back to the screen I’ve typed a paragraph of jumbly garble that doesn’t make any sense. I always laugh out loud, delete the nonsense and then start again. But I think it would be fun to type someone a letter with my hands shifted slightly to the right They’d have to sit down at their typewriter and figure out what the heck I was trying to write by translating my typing shifted back over one space to the left.
Wouldn’t that be infuriatingly glorious?
Happy Thursday.
You zanies.
xx
PLUME