we have sharing time in the little class in the big city every day. you can blab about whatever you want for 1 minute. one kid shares his ipad every single time. and tells us the same exact thing. some of the other kids are tired of hearing about his ipad, but i told them they would sit and listen, and be supportive and imagine they are hearing it all for the first time.
a breezy day by charles courtney curran 1887 oil on canvas
i’m afraid you’ll have to do the same thing. you see i have flowers, gardens, walking, and sketchbooks locked firmly in the grip of my imagination. i cannot shake them loose.
wait! here’s something different. but it’s about a flower.
at a garden.
i walked into a clivia show & sale. and bought 2 tiny specimens that were bred by an old man who has since died. his wife told me they would bloom peach & yellow. they were only $3 each. i planted them in the shade. now i just have to wait 365 days or so to see them bloom.
so that’s different. sort of. not really.
let’s try this. while i was at the garden someone left the hot house unlocked and i was left alone to wander through an orchid paradise.
also i did a periscope broadcast from the desert garden yesterday. i had poor cell reception so it was choppy & pixelated. i swung the camera around and made myself dizzy when i rewatched it. oops.
maybe by the time i get to sweden i’ll have improved.
i go back and forth about social media. how much is too much?
i don’t have an answer – still thinking.
and walking and sketchbooking.
wash rinse repeat.
perhaps you would like to sit on this bench for a few minutes and disconnect.
maybe a squirrel will approach and ask for a nut.
so long from los angeles where it’s 64 degrees and partly cloudy. see you soon!