waiting for forsythia

In the gray green gloom of early spring, I have been waiting patiently for the forsythia to bloom. It has - finally. In my impatient moments, I painted the birch tree with its tiny buds. I could not wait for the blazing of the forsythia, but now that it is here, I cannot find the right paint to express how eagerly it blazes. I will someday.

The forsythia was blooming in Portland, just 40 miles away a month ago. Even just 15 miles inland it has been blooming for several weeks. It is the first time that my proximity to the ocean has inhibited, rather than encouraged, plants to bloom and grow. Though the spring - everywhere it seems - has been warm and even hot at times, the ocean's nearness has moderated my miniclimate, and my forsythia has just now bloomed. I recommend patience. The forsythia is putting on a spectacular show!

The tulips are also beginning to bloom as are the daffodils. Even though the snowdrops have been in bloom since January, having larger flowers showing up, with their bigger colors, has been welcome. I have not painted flowers in a few years, like I was painting them in California, and I am eager to paint them again. It is a different flower painting tradition here than California, and I will try and interpret my East Coast flowers as if they grew in California, under an Asian influence.

The tulips I planted last fall were planted for the wedding of my son, Dan. His fiance wanted tulips for her wedding on Memorial Day weekend. Alas for them, the winter and spring has been so warm the tulips are blooming in April instead of the end of May. Unlike the forsythia, they could not wait! So for now, the wedding will be full of lilacs instead of tulips, or perhaps even peonies. Who knows what weather will happen now? Lucky for Dan and Lindsay, they are adaptable! Patience, like the forsythia's blooming with the tulips, can bring its own reward!

where I was, in the trees by the sea

This little house in Carmel, California, is where I spend my several weeks each year in late winter. For as many years as I have been going out, I have wanted to capture the effect of light filtering down through the old oaks on the street here. This year I finally tried and think I've done a credible job without getting too specific. The trees are not all that ancient but have a way of surviving without much attention, and of being very protective of the land and people beneath them.

I wish I could say more powerfully how important it is for us to understand that we are the only stewards of the earth with the knowledge and power to keep the earth sustainable. Who else can rescue us? The trees, the whales, the wolves, perhaps the roaches or other sorts of bugs can outlast us but will they have the sense to attempt to balance one species with the others in some kind of harmony? I think not. It really is up to us as a species to recognize how important to our wellbeing trees are, how they need to be 'harvested' from time to time, for our fuel and their health, just as we are.

When I do my training walks with new docents at Point Lobos State Reserve, I try to make the point that in knowing how man has interacted with the environment historically, we can make better decisions in the present. We ignore the past at our own peril. The Point Lobos area is a great example of both the good and bad aspects of our interactions with the environment. But so is Maine. The recent decision to allow some development in the Moosehead Lake Region, called the Plum Creek development, is a story of the political process working to balance development with a sustainable forest economy - I hope. At least something has been decided; now all we have to do is wait and see if the economy will actually 'allow' the development to occur!

miracle whales

Three weeks ago, I went off to Monterey, California. It is a trip I make every year at this time; I return to a place I lived for nearly 15 years to see friends, to attend a scholarship fundraising auction at Cal State Monterey Bay, and to train new docents and stand watch at Point Lobos State Reserve.

Two weeks ago, I stood watch at the Information Station at Point Lobos; the station overlooks Sea Lion Point and Cove, and massive rocks just off Cypress Point. The Esalen Indians called this place, "the brink of the earth." It is a place that American poet Robinson Jeffers called, "the greatest meeting place of earth and sea." Each year the gray whales pass by, 'within spitting distance' of the rocks. They do this not once but twice, on their way south from the Bering Sea in Alaska to the gulf of Baja California in the late fall, where they have their babies. They return - even in February - from Baja, taking their babies north to feed in the Bering Sea once again.

That Sunday, as part of the early migration north, more whales than I could count moved north past the sea lion rocks off Point Lobos. The mamas and babies stopped in the quieter waters of the Cove, and fed their babies by lying on their sides. They spy-hopped; they flipped their tails; they were more active and happy than I have ever seen them. Grays are not as outgoing as humpbacks, but they were pretty 'flippy' that day. It was a breathtaking sight.

So it was with some eagerness and my usual scepticism that I went to see the movie, "the Big Miracle" tonight. I confess I cried when Bam-Bam died and chewed my fingernails when the ridge of ice was discovered, and was gloriously relieved when things came out right. It is one righteous movie! Go see it!

what a difference a day makes!

In the winter here, Mark Mellor runs a drawing group at the Boothbay Harbor Art Foundation on Tuesday mornings. With my broken right arm, my operative arm, I wondered how I was going to deal with this. The drawing to the left is a product of my left hand. What I discovered was that I could draw with my left, but the result was looser, more 'painterly', and often more interesting than what I was doing with my right hand.
I don't know if that's because my right brain - tied to my left side - is 'looser,' or if my left brain - tied to my right hand - is just more precise. But that is what I learned about my 'handed-ness.' Now that the cast is off and I'm not even wearing a brace much, I'm going to try and do more stuff, using both my left hand for the big image, and my right for the more precise work. We shall see what develops.

On the note of doing more artwork, I was asked to join the River Arts Gallery in Damariscotta, and become part of the online gallery, Art Collector Maine, or www.artcollectormaine.com. It is sponsored by the Maine Home and Design Magazine, and has a quite brilliant strategy for marketing artists, and making them more available to collectors without charging a commission. Us artists are very excited about this website, and hope it expands our audiences. So check it out!

The days, finally, remain spring-like one day, and then turn winter-like with quite vicious temperatures on the next. The snowdrops are still up,but today their heads are drooping. The temperatures are down nearly to zero here beside the water. When there is no snow, as is true now, the cold seems even harsher. But still, it's better here than inland. Across northern New England the temperatures have fallen down below zero with quite nasty wind chill factors. I am glad to be beside the sea. Drawing pictures of a lovely lady with a yellow straw hat, is a delicious way to imagine a very different wind chill factor outside, at least on Tuesday mornings. And tomorrow, we are promised higher temperatures!

It's still January and...

my snowdrops are blooming! 'Galanthus' are usually early, - really the first to bloom, - but I have never known them to bloom in January! I hope this does not mean a prolonged winter/spring when mud season doesn't end until May. On the other hand, it is quite wonderful to have snowdrops blooming in January!

The rest of the world looks troubling, what with Syria still in turmoil and Egypt flexing some mustle in retaliation for the suggestion that we might withdraw aid to its military. Iran is ever difficult, and Israel refuses to act responsibly to its Palestinian population. Ron Paul begins to look like a solution, though we know from history that isolationism does not work. Still, some withdrawal from the world's theatre begins to feel necessary. There is still much work to be done at home vis a vis infrastructure and renewable energy, if our grandchildren are to have a future as good as our past has been.

So I shall pay attention to my gardens, my family and friends, and do my best to vote for people who have my same concerns. I don't yet know who they will be, but elections will come sooner than we expect - like snowdrops in January.

fierce and passionate beauty

"Snowshowers" is one of my favorite images. In the grayest, blackest and whitest of weather, there is always a bit of blue somewhere - either in the sky or in a shadow. Usually it is seen through a veil of white, but it will be there somewhere.

Lately, I have felt a bit like this small island. Life has been either black or white, and always seen through a veil of snow showers. Now, I feel a bit of the blue, and while the blues are not usually a relief. In this case, the blues are just fine. Adding a bit of color to my life has freed me from the frozen waste I've been in for 5 years. I will not melt again very soon; it is after all, January. But the New Year holds the promise of color - a welcome addition to my life.

the joy of owning an old house

I spoke too soon about the end of the year 2011. My old Whirlpool frig gasped and died that very day, melting a year's worth of garden veges and freezer jam, plus sundry other stuff. Then came the New Year weekend, so it wasn't until Monday, the 2nd, that I could shop for new frig's.

The first difficulty was finding one which would fit into the cabinet space. I don't need a large frig, but it did need to fit into a space 30" x 68" maximum. Going on line, I managed to find 4 models at both Home Depot and Loew's, only two at Agren's, the local appliance distributor. So I went back and forth that Monday between Loew's at Cook's Corners, and Home Depot in Topsham negotiating price, delivery costs, and times between the two of them. Home Depot won out because it could get me the frig today, vs. Jan. 24th at Loew's.

But today it arrived, and wouldn't fit into the kitchen!!!!!! My kitchen has a great many wonderful handcrafted features, all carefully built into an old kitchen. But the doorways have been sacrificed in size to the joys of beautiful craftsmanship. The logical doorway to take out the old frig and bring in the new, should work by itself, but it is compromised by a clever corner cabinet that reduces the opening to 25" wide. The old, let alone the new, was not going to fit in or out of that.

So I called my contractor, who after conferring with the delivery boys, decided that they could leave the new frig in the dining room. Bill Dighton will come in on Friday to take out the other kitchen door frame, bring the old one out via the dining room, and install the new one in the kitchen - finally.

In the meantime, it feels like I still have a dead body in the kitchen, while the dining room fills up with strange, dysfunctional sculptures. The old frig does not smell quite as bad as it used to, because Nancy Adams came and helped me clean it out. But it still smells a bit. At least the new one doesn't smell bad, just like new plastic. 2011 went out with a big bang and a plop; 2012 started out well but it seems there's still a bit of a hangover from 2011 with the cast on my arm and the frig in the dining room! What's next I wonder?