sal and rhubarb
male rose-breasted grosbeak
tulips and spearmint
bleeding heart beginnings
bluets
tulips and thorny rose branch
overturned lawn chairs and abandoned snow plow
wild violets
Scenes from a sweet Sunday in Woolwich. The Rose-breasted Grosbeaks sang their hearts out in the treetops, a Pileated Woodpecker kept watch from the highest branch of the dead pine tree, and the rhubarb continued its lustful and fancy unfurling, while Salvador the cat stretched and rolled.Purrrrrr....dirty furrrrrrrrr.............
6 comments:
Look how looong that cat is! That rhubarb is amazing! It's not curled or tucked or folded, but crumpled in tightly as a new growth. I remember visiting you when your rhubarb was at its biggest--I couldn't get over it! I felt very small walking through some giant's garden!
i know. that rhubarb is crazy!!! i'm always fascinated by it. next week, PIE.
(feel free to paint from any of those rhubarb pics if you are so inclined!!!)
Oh bluets! I haven't noticed that we have any in Oregon and I miss them! They're little faces make me so happy!
hey, sarah! i like your etsy stuff! how long have you been in oregon?
Lovely pictures, ahhhh rhubarb ! where I was born in Wakefield in Yorkshire is famous for rhubarb :-)
we used to grow our own rhubarb in our gardens but I also remember as a child the rhubarb sheds on the farms that were lit inside with candle light, my dad used to work in them :-)
hi morgaine - what were the rhubarb sheds?? that sounds like the scene of one of your paintings!!!
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