Joy for Weary Hours
Oil on canvas, 12x24
Though we didn't have a garden this year - a first in recent memory - the joys of the summer garden haven't passed me by.
I've savored strawberries still warm from the sun, and sweet, thin-skinned cucumbers from my friend Pat's garden.
I've served up squash and asparagus from Dulcie's garden, so fresh you could nearly taste the breeze in them.
I've breathed the rich spice of roses, the heavy weight of gardenias, the soft powdery scent of camellias. I've smiled at the swaths of black-eyed susans that seem to be everywhere this year, and marveled at the showy frills of irises and lilies.
I've missed having my own gardens. But there's always next year.
The title of this painting - my own little substitute garden - is the final stanza of a verrryyy long poem, "The Poor Man's Garden," by Mary Howitt:
Yes, in the poor man’s garden grow
Far more than herbs and flowers—
Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind,
And joy for weary hours.
Coming soon to a painting near you!
Corner of Willow and Main, across from the post office, on the Seaport side of Mystic.
See you there?
Dog of the Day
This is a pretty funny photo to start with, but it's even funnier when you know the story.
Zack, who is a GREAT dog, lives with my friends Cynthia and Kevin and their other wonderful dog George (click here and here for more photos).
Zack has degenerative myopathy. His hind legs pretty much don't work. He can walk, a gliding, sort of slouching walk on flat ground, but needs help with steps and uneven territory. He is not in pain, and he is a very happy dog, but he has serious trouble getting around.
Still, STILL, he managed to make it into his favorite hiding/shame place, the bathtub, when he, uh, let loose on the floor. Poor, dear Zack...
Click here to see a ridiculous and hysterically funny video! Do it! You will laugh yourself silly!