Wow! Last day of Art Every Day Month! I can hardly believe it. After 61 straight days of blogging, it is second nature to me, and I have a hard time believing I will stop. I hope you will stay with me, as I transition from blogging about art every day, to more general blogging about seeking creativity in my life. But it will ALWAYS be infused with art.
Today, as with many days in my life, didn’t go quite the way it was planned.
When I woke up this morning there was no thought that I would spend a portion of it out in the garden. It was the first of what is a common occurrence during the late fall and winter in the Sacramento Valley – low-lying tulle fog that blankets the area in the early hours and burns as the day progresses. We live at the very beginning of the foothills, and often are above it, but today we got it. It is actually quite beautiful if you don’t have to be out driving in it.
Over coffee and a visit to my blog and facebook, I laid out my plan for the day. My house was a wreck of boxes from Thanksgiving that needed to be put out in the garage, and even more Christmas boxes to come in. There were clothes that needed to be folded, dishes to be put away and a bathroom desperate for more than a promise of cleaner days ahead. There was an empty refrigerator no longer holding Thanksgiving leftovers that needed to filled, and a visit to Kinkos to get moving on my artistic endeavors. Onto the keyboards I screamed to my fly tribe “I NEED TO PAINT! I NEED TO PAINT! I NEED TO PAINT!” hoping that by venting I would be in the frame of mind to tackle a day where there weren’t enough hours in the day to accomplish all that needed to be accomplished before it would be time to pick the girls up from school.
On the way to refresh my coffee before digging in, I stopped to admire the eeriness of the view out my back sliding glass door when I noticed that a mockingbird who generally shows up in the fall to eat the pyracantha berries showed up to stake his claim. I grabbed the camera and slowly, quietly opened the door to get a shot of him, but he saw me, and took off. That sent me out camera in hand to see what else was happening out there.
In my last garden post I was showing the last flowers of summer, and they are even fewer and farther between now, but the mix of fall leaves and decaying greenery seemed so beautiful to me, I had to get it on “film,” so to speak.
And then there was this wonderful surprise…
I couldn’t believe he just sat there and let me snap pictures to my heart’s content.
It turned out to be a sweet, surprising, and beautiful hour in a day that held no such promise when it began. A lesson, I think, to be open to change, and aware of the simple beauty around us. The rest was still waiting for me when I’d taken in my fill of the specialness of an ordinary morning.
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