I want to be alive to all the life that is in me now, to know each moment to the utmost.
~ Kahlil Gibran
Spring is the time I roll the big wood easel outside to the front porch, pushing it carefully over worn Persian carpets and oak floors, up over the threshold just a bump, and voilà....we're out! Next cart-loads of paints, an old blue metal cart here, a small white one there. A turquoise blue rag draped over a pile of oil tubes. An old glass bottle to hold garden flowers dripping with morning dew. Pink honeysuckle twines up the porch rails, draped over an ancient wood trellis.
Nearby the Japanese maple branches drip down green fountains gracefully toward the shimmering fish pond. Pond frogs Banjo and Knee Deep hold court on mossy rocks, and River Dog stretches out to catch sunshine. These days are strawberry juice deliciousness. Peonies open, roses join in the dance. One more spring has come to the old Art House and me...and we make art, grateful for these moments.
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