Water High

An option while sheltering in place — Take a class. Dip your toe (or brush) in something you wouldn’t ordinarily do.

Because a very talented artist is now teaching her watercolor class on-line, I’m able to participate. I took a class once, about 18 years ago, and love the medium, (although I have very little intrinsic artistic ability.)

Some things we do for the joy of it.

The artist :  Kaitlin Walsh

If you’ve ever heard of, or studied from, Netters (Atlas of Human Anatomy), you’ll appreciate her gift of painting the beauty of what is human.

This class is about painting animals. Lesson One:  Jellyfish.

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[I share this work from Thursday evening, because it’s probably hard to fail on a jelly fish.  Yes, I know, it needs more background, a finer brush, a lighter touch.]

But … don’t expect anymore from me. Next week, a bird. A lot more parts. And after that, no idea.

In any case, it’s fun, messy, soothing, surprising.

A water high.

Gold is Where You Find It

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What began as a birthday gift from Mr. W in late 2018, has kinda taken over. Coolest invention, that Flow Hive, or so I remarked, and Voila! It appeared.

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Some (entire) assembly required.

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So, after a two-day bee-keeping class, lots of reading, and acquiring the appropriate protective wear, (I convinced my doctor that maybe I should have an Epi pen because it’s a long way to a hospital), I ordered my bees.

And, yes, there was a certain amount of trepidation as I drove home with twenty thousand in the back seat.  Brave…

swarm of bees

Photo by Mustafa Eissa on Pexels.com

After a cold, wet spring, they took off. Gangbusters. Prairie blossoms galore.

Bountiful.  More honey than the bees needed. Where to put said treasure?

Beg, borrow and seal any available bottles.

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(Those cute little jars fit in the box my children made for me for Christmas. (See next photo of exotic colored woods. They are nowhere large enough, but I will keep some of each vintage in that treasure box.)

Next, drain and strain, and there you go.

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The new gold standard?

[Maybe I can trade it for toilet paper in these unusual times.]

 

 

 

 

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Gold

Gold is where you find it.                 In a poem.                        After a snow.

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From —

              The Spell of the Yukon

by Robert Service

There’s gold, and it’s haunting and haunting;

It’s luring me on as of old;

Yet it isn’t the gold that I’m wanting

So much as just finding the gold.