an emerging cicada

As we were leaving one day to drive to our other property Bill noticed this cicada emerging from its old skin, which was attached to our rear tire. We needed to get going so I snapped a quick photo and we left. Not sure if the cicada was able to fly away or not. Why does that bother me?

Sketch With Me — memories

Today is the Sketch With Me virtual sketch crawl, with the prompt of “memories “. I had planned on packing up more items for the move today, including these little-used things in our kitchen.

Years ago, I used this Indian pitcher (with a very wonky shadow!) to water plants . . . . until I saw one just like it on Antique Roadshow. From the Monmouth Pottery company c. 1910, it’s called “Old Sleepy Eye” and is worth a bit more than I had imagined! It came from Bill’s Grandma Cobb, who was mostly Swedish but also had a smidgen of American Indian in her..

The Fiestaware serving pieces are from my mom. I don’t know where she got them or any fun stories to go with them; I just think of her when I see them.

another pool day

We are spending a couple of days at the new property while grandson Quen visits us. I spent a bit of time outside beginning my newest purse-size sketchbook, a 4” square Field Artist watercolor journal found online. When I painted in the colors of my new Demi Palette, the sun was still so hot that the paint dried a bit streaky. Then I swam and played a bit with Quen in the pool.

By the time I came back to finish and snap some photos, the tall oaks and pines along the west property line cast everything in shade, making these photos a bit blue.

BTW, my earlier post about the Demi Palette included undersea green and green apatite as my two greens. I’ve tweaked that a bit — Mixing a bit of red into green apatite gives a color similar to undersea green, so I switched the undersea green out for the cooler perylene green. Also, instead of my mini waterbrush, I used a travel dagger brush from Rosemary & Co.

an unknown wildflower

While I was playing with the five sheep visitors on Monday, I found a new wildflower growing along the base of one of the many fence lines. At first glance, this low growing plant reminded me of portulaca, but the flowers are simple and flat rather than a complex “rose like” form and the leaves grow in a star shape close to each blossom. Among the stems and leaves trailing on the ground were tiny white “stars” — not sure if they were the same plant or not, as all had the same type of leaves.

a wee Demi Palette

My purse-sized sketching kit just shrunk a bit more.

Maria Coryell-Martin at Expeditionary Art has just introduced a Demi Palette and, since my birthday was just a week ago, one just arrived in the mail! At half the size of regular Pocket Palettes, this wee palette fits just about anywhere! Add a mini waterbrush and a favorite fountain pen (another birthday gift, a Pilot Namiki Falcon, extra fine nib) to a pocket-sized sketchbook (my current one is a Stillman & Birn Delta softcover, 3.5 x 5.5”) — now all I need is more time to sketch!

my new job as shepherdess?

 We were coming to the new property today to do a bit of work and to meet with a potential carpenter to get bids on the barndominium. At the country intersection, there were 5 sheep standing in a huddle, appearing to be sharing the daily gossip.

We carefully drove around them and on to our long drive. Next thing we know, they have followed our truck down the drive. They quickly came running to me in particular, expecting me to “fix it!” Not knowing for sure where they come from, I’m not sure how to help. (The funny thing is that when Bill tried to approach them, they ran away from him!)

 This little guy in particular is very affectionate and appears to want me as his new BFF.

I opened the gate to the back pasture and filled a small water tank the former owners had left with fresh water. And they came running into the enclosure with expressions like “Finally! What took you so long?”

Before we leave, I’ll check with the nearby property owners to see if they are theirs. If so, these rascals went on a long square walk-about with several turns to end up here!

a very red bag

I like to switch what bag I’m using on a regular basis. Maybe that’s because every Christmas, my grandma gave me some kind of new purse. Today I went from an oversized canvas bag that could hold my largest sketchbook (plus a bit of knitting) to this old red leather bag. It was sold as a bag to carry your Bible to church, found at The Celtic Ranch in our favorite Irish town of Weston, MO. But I like using it as a purse. Lots of art supplies and several sketchbooks can fit inside, each one easily accessible. It’s nice when stuff can just be grabbed without unzipping or opening a side pocket.

my new normal?

Is it an urban sketch if it’s in the middle of the countryside? I’ve always been confused about that.

This morning, as our realtor showed our cabin to potential buyers, we took the kitties to our new place. (They are being anti-social and choosing to stay in the laundry room mostly). Before our daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter arrived for a pool party, I sat at the edge of the pool (with my feet dangling in the water) and drew the pump house and table set — the umbrella is broken but a replacement is on the way.

Later, all of us nibbled snacks and hit the pool. Kristen showed me several techniques she learned in water aerobics — both of us want to use the pool to get in better shape. But mostly we just hung out and enjoyed the peace and quiet and sunshine!

So far, we have seen purple martins, cardinals, wrens, the ever-present mockingbirds, possibly a crested cara cara (Mexican eagle),  hummingbirds, and tons of large butterflies. We are eager to get our bird feeders moved onsite to see just how many birds we can attract. I’ve heard there are plenty of deer and an occasional bobcat in the area.

Not as heavy with live oaks as we have north of Brenham, though there are some. Lots of other types of oaks and the very tall loblolly and yellow pines, plus many trees we haven’t yet identified.

sampler memories

During the 33 years that I totally ignored art, after high school graduation and getting married, creativity kept breaking out in other ways. Sewing, knitting, decoupage, or cross stitch — I was always searching for the right mode of expression. Since coming back to sketching, I no longer feel the urge to try other things, though I still occasionally knit.

In 1983 we moved into what I always think of as our family home, the Tudor Revival style Craftsman bungalow depicted in the larger sampler piece above. It was actually the third house we bought, after 3 or 4 years of renting during and directly following Bill’s years in the Navy. I made these two sampler bits to fit into clear switch-plate covers in our family room, complete with each of our children’s initials. Jeff was not born until later — the large sampler’s date is the year we moved into this house but they were actually stitched in 1990.

I haven’t had much time for sketching lately as we box things up to move. I came across these while packing family photos and old albums. Some boxes are packed for long-term, not to be opened until the barn is converted into our new home. Others are simply boxed up to move to our daughter’s new house where we will live temporarily.

Now if I can only keep the two straight in my mind!

Scottie’s new favorite hidey-hole

Scottie, one of our two Scottish Fold Straights, loves his cat carrier (as well as his favorite mouse toy — that bedraggled bit of white fuzz). I’ve left the carriers out in case interested parties wish to look at the cabin and we need to leave. We’re taking the cats with us rather than chance an unknown realtor letting them outside. Our own realtor is crazy-in-love with our two cats and would protect them.

Anyway, Scottie used to nap on the bed but now he prefers his carrier.