Tasty Colors

Stars Inside the Cups

Saucer-less cups bobbing in the breeze
tea of dew drops and necter
a colored star 
drawing me in
like a magnet
a compass rose without a needle
marks the spot
where I become slightly less drunk than the bees

Kite Flying

I took the grand kids kite flying over spring break.  Once their kite was up they climbed to the top of the sledding hill and let their string out.
Sometimes the kite sank and they were frustrated at having to wind it up.  It isn't exactly fun, but I don't think winding up string should diminish taking a "risk" of having their kite fly very high.

Sometimes we are like that, afraid of having to tidy up some minor yet unpleasant mess. 
Don't use the nice china you will have to wash it, buy paper.
Don't cook the lasagna, buy frozen.
Don't jump in a pile of raked leaves.

I have a pretty "complete" kite flying bag, but this time I realized I wanted something new, gloves.  I want leather gloves with the finger tips missing.

Prettys for Kitties

So I was at the Salvation Army Thrift shop and I saw these pretty dishes for .39 each and I thought I would like them for the cats.  I mentioned my idea to the lady at the thrift store and she looked at me like I was the most freakin indulgent cat owner ever and she gave me a look like God was going to judge me harshly for giving my cats cute feeding dishes that are intended for people. (remember whe I used to break dishes?) I just smiled. 
*sigh* Now I'm thinking maybe te girls need a cuter rug for under the dishes.  That shouldn't take long to braid.

en Plein Air

I took Shelly to Hidden Lake Gardens to paint/draw.  She had never been there before so we took a tour of the gardens.  I hadn't remembered this tree.  I called it tatooed.  The gardens are so pristeen and manicured that this was a surprising sight.  I believe this is a corkscrew willow.  Perhaps the foliage concealed  the vandalism on my other visits.
It wasn't colorful enough at the gardens and it was too cold.  I never finished my picture and that was just fine because I was really hating the reslts from the oil pastels.  I have never worked with oil pastels and now I have a new respect for the medium. The other thing is I think I was trying to be too literal in line and color. What I like is that I can see how the photograph distorts the veiw.  Everything is so compressed in the photo.

Another One

I made another apple cake for the handbell lenten supper at church.  I took my famous sweet potatoes and this cake.  Folks were very complimentary about my dishes.   The money raised from the dinner will buy more music and help defray festival fees.

KING CAKE CRAZY

The day after my birthday a box from Mississippi was sitting on my porch.  It was a thankyou from Jerry (Gwen's brother) for helping out with the funeral dinner for Marianne.

I was overwhelmed by the size of the cake to I made an adventure of sharing it with friends (some I hadn't seen in a while).  No phone calls.  I made surprise stops as I drove around town.  At the first stop, in the first piece cut and eaten was the baby (Jesus).  So either Jen and Jason are going to make another baby soon or they are going to provide next years King cake.  I took some to Jake's family, I invited Shelly over for a peice, and I had three peices left for Jeff, Randy and me. 

More Birthday Sweetness

 Mom gave me some nice skin care products and this cute apron. 

Gwen gave me the cute calendar towel and Amy & Neil gave me the narcissus.  The flowers will patch in an empty spot were some narcissus used to grow.