Killdeers are calling, snow geese are heading north, and seedlings in our sun room have germinated. Early Girl tomatoes emerged today, Sweet Baby Girls, our favorite cherry tomatoes, should pop through tomorrow, and sweet peppers will not be far behind. We look forward to hearing a meadowlark's song, a fail-safe clue that spring truly has arrived.
That said, I have a hard time letting go of Christmas. We took our tree down only two weeks ago, we continue to enjoy the outdoor lights strung on the junipers outside the kitchen and sun room windows, and I am enjoying a Philip Aaberg CD of Christmas music as I compose this post.
Looking in the rear view mirror: my bit part in the high drama of Great Falls' Western Art Week was totally satisfying. The Montana Watercolor Society's display was fabulous; I was proud to be a part of it and treasured the opportunity for fellowship with participating members. I had sent invitations to Senators Tester and Daines and several state legislators. Not surprisingly, they did not show up; more importantly, friends, neighbors, and a bus load of my former Fairfield art students did, including some seniors with graduation announcements for me. Thank you, all. And, yes, I sold some paintings--framed pieces, shrink wrapped pieces, and some note cards. Already, I have plans for next year roaming through my mind. Stay tuned.
That said, I have a hard time letting go of Christmas. We took our tree down only two weeks ago, we continue to enjoy the outdoor lights strung on the junipers outside the kitchen and sun room windows, and I am enjoying a Philip Aaberg CD of Christmas music as I compose this post.
Looking in the rear view mirror: my bit part in the high drama of Great Falls' Western Art Week was totally satisfying. The Montana Watercolor Society's display was fabulous; I was proud to be a part of it and treasured the opportunity for fellowship with participating members. I had sent invitations to Senators Tester and Daines and several state legislators. Not surprisingly, they did not show up; more importantly, friends, neighbors, and a bus load of my former Fairfield art students did, including some seniors with graduation announcements for me. Thank you, all. And, yes, I sold some paintings--framed pieces, shrink wrapped pieces, and some note cards. Already, I have plans for next year roaming through my mind. Stay tuned.
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