Summer is getting into its muchness, isn't it?
Hot winds, tall green grass, tattered late roses.
Billowing monsoon breezes.
If lucky, and only for a moment.
Like a tiny sip of water on thirstiest days.
We just can't take the heat any longer.
Matty refuses to join in.
So, Miles and I are on our own.
My sister says I am in an autumnal outfit with witchy shoes.
Maybe my psyche needed a change?
Then it's on to cool inside, playing with gold leaf.
Thinnest, fragilest sheets of gold goodness.
Twirling clay up.
Decoupaging oldest dictionary pages onto doll.
Working away in the studio.
So many little characters.
I can't take too many photos or I will give it all away before they are even done.
Oh and did I mention the outfits he doesn't like?
He hated the hats me thinks :-)
So, I am in a thorough summer daze.
How about you?
It has been hot here since early May, continuing until late October.
I am in the place where I have forgotten that other seasons exist.
Swirling in an orb of hot days and late nights.
Dreaming of fairy tales in hammock.
Dreaming some more.
Days pass by like stream water, quick and slow.
All at once.
I listen to the City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra as I get on these dream waves.
I play this one on repeat on my Ipod.
On these droopy days of summer daze.
What's happening out there in your neck of the woods?
I think it's time for basil cake.
Basil takes on a whole other world when sugar is added.
Ever tried a tiny sprig of sugar in your pesto?
Shocking, but something so good.