The heavy rain clouds can be seen for miles rolling towards the east from over the Adirondack Mountains in the west on their way over the Green Mountains.
On the one afternoon I thought to take a short trip to the visitor's viewing area parking lot, there were pockets of downpours, less than a quarter mile visibility, with road ruts deep in water. Three downpours I drove through. Exhausting. I am grateful to God there were tailgaters behind me.
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| Route 17 Addison Vermont |
Are their signs of autumn where you are?
Another rainy day here in Vermont. The h button is sticking on my PC keyboard. Laundry is caugt up except for a quilt and some blankets. Wednesday feels like Saturday. Beads of water dot the clothesline like crystals waiting like me for sunshine. I have a new to me book to read by Susan Wittig Albert. I suspect I might have soup today to go with the weather outdoors.
Lentil Walnut Soup
On the stove as I type
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| Dry Cosmos on the Stem Watercolor study |
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| Cosmos Drying Digital photograph |
The composition will include cosmos that are in bloom as well as buds in a blurry background.
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| Acrylic in progress |
This summer has been one of abundant dull light for painting indoors.
Speaking of dull.
My wardrobe is Earthy colors, nothing real bright other than white. The other day I bought a pair of Cynthia Rowley long flowing viscose wide leg boho print pants. Think 1960-70s hippie era. Even the tie waist strings have wood beads at the ends.
Here's the thing. I have yet to try them on. They will fit, and be super comfortable. My issue is my attitude towards them. Although the do represent Me, I feel timid about wearing them for what they represent. Being a baby boomer, there's the hippie era episode in my history, high school, college. Actually, we were called freaks as in think comedian George Carlin.
But that was then. I left all that behind in 1971.
I am here in the now. I don't mind looking like an old lady. I even like elastic waist pants. It took years, but I wear them all the time now. I only have a beer every summer to pay homage to my flower child era skills. I still use language I used as a teenager, edited to fit the person I'm talking to.
What happened? Why the lack of embracing a part of my history that was as exciting as it was tragic? I remember the glow in my soul of being a writer, experiencing life to write about.
The answer that sticks out is the Attitude from judgmental folks labeling a person of any age, who wears certain clothes as getting high, ultra liberal with a stash of protest signs magically fitting into their pockets like Hermionie's bag in Harry Potter films. Seriously, you dress like that, many people will label you.
Point being, I all on my own, on purpose, as well meaning as it is, has fit myself into a style that is not Me.
So now I'm wondering what I'll look like when I decide to be Me.
I suspect there will be careful editing of my style because I've already searched online for temporary tattoos.
This will be fun.
You don't need a reason to celebrate how wonderful you are.
You can make all of your life a celebration.
Attitude.
Positive Attitude
Every time I guess Wordle in 2 tries (3 times total thus far), I feel elated, blessed, hygge, numb stunned.
Wordle is good brain training.
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| "Paprika" Red Yarrow |
The Pink Grapefruit yarrow I bought earlier in the summer is going by already. I'm hoping the red blooms after the pink for a summer of blossoms. The actual color is much the same, a deep pure red, as in the photo.
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| Cross Cut Frozen Fries |
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| The Yawn Digital photograph face 2023 Torenia flower |
Alas, after weeding yesterday, in not a good posture, I greet this lovely day with an ibuprofen breakfast to take the edge of a very sore lower back. I'm reminded that I haven't done my stretching exercise routine in months.
It has been an interesting week starting off with great anticipation to receive a package. UPS delivered it Monday, and the post office returned to sender the next day despite a correct post office box address. Mistakes happen.
What I learned is this...the more I look forward to something, the higher the probability something will go wrong. Natural disappointment is a part of life. Like weird weather, I guess there are things to get use to.
Have a Great Exercising Weekend!
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| The Summer of 2023 Digital photograph |
I haven't been anywhere of note. No photo excursions. No picnics. No plein air painting. Eating outdoors, sitting on the deck, limping some, passing through the thick curtains of humidity has replaced my ambitious list of summery things to do. I looked to August to be better weather. Thus far, it is a July replay.
Not to give up! An artist can paint sunny weather! Now there's an idea.
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I look on the map to see if the garden is still there. Things changed so much, I can't tell where the cottage is with the garden across the street.
*A comment reveals the correct name is Rugosa Rose. Thank you Ivy
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| Hourtide Oil, 24 x 30.2 inches Edward Henry Potthast 1857 ~ 1927 |
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| A Bitten Petunia |
The other day we had thunderstorms roll through for over 12 hours. The video I took of the storms south of here, (so far away you didn't hear the thunder) is too large for the photo editing program I have install, (Irfanview), to extract the frames. I downloaded another program. But, when I open it, all it is for is to edit photographs, if I could find where I import them to the program. Ugh.
There is a very nice frame of a tall curly lightening bolt. It took forever to even upload the video. I will keep trying.
Petunias. They are being eaten by something at night. I don't know what it is. And, I'm not sure I want to go out during peak mosquito hours to find out even with bug spray on. Anyway, I look at the photo and find it difficult to focus on the flower. The eaten away places look like petals to me.
I've watched just about every episode of the UK archaeology shows, Time Team, and Time Team Classics. There are a few episodes I've watched twice. I've also watched the host, Tony Robinson's walking programs. Salvage Hunters is no longer live streaming on the Quest Channel. I've seen just about all those episodes that are available on YouTube. The same goes for the fine art painting series that I like. Thus, YouTube burnout has a grip on me, for now.
