The summer heat is fading and draining in its strength.
I beg the sky for monsoon rain.
My garden and I beg and long, beg and long.
There is a beauty in this rain waiting dance.
A week shuffles by in a fog of painting.
All the days flash together like one extra long day in time.
Brushes and paint...
And sleeping with paint on fingers and toes.
Trying to stay cool amongst intense heat.
Painting away.
Where studio and bedroom overlap.
Breaks are for playing little chords.
Picking faded zinnias to place here and there.
And pinning all manner of little treasures to a nonsense board.
Spools and ribbons for inspiration + mending.
And books stacked so precariously, they nearly always topple over lately.
Begging to be rearranged.
But every time I start to do that I am distracted by some found sheet music.
Antique flowers float about.
As collections grow.
And somehow, magically...
Little pink roses survive the heat.
Like their friends, the zinnias.
Who you can always count on to hang on for dear life.
Whilst other creatures nap in cool rooms on crisp clean sheets and pillowcases.
Ain't that the life?
It's hot.
Hot I tell ya.
You know the feeling when you open the oven to check your baking goods?
That is how it feels when you open the front door and go outside.
A blast of scorching heat.
I have a love hate relationship with it.
If I want to run in my hose, I love it.
If I have to go out into the world on a 113' day, not so much love there.
But it's dry heat, so it doesn't feel terribly horrible.
If you have never experienced such heat, you might be shocked.
Thank goodness for cool a/c air and water.
What is the weather doing where you are?
I adore weather.
I can't wait for ridiculous winds and downpours of rain.
I will be out there in it, waiting, running around in it more than happily.
As always.
Looove, V
Happy Weekend!!
ps: Remember that silly monsoon mermaid video I made?
I love that rain!!
