Over these things I could not see:
These were the things that bounded me;
And I could touch them with my hand,
Almost, I thought, from where I stand.
(Edna St Vincent Millay — Renascence)
I haven’t painted in a few days, mostly due to being busy elsewhere as well as the heat and humidity we’ve had here in NW CT the past few–many days. Yesterday was extremely hot and the air unmoving, possibly due to a storm that was moving in on us. There was a lot of tension in the air and some weather-related uneasiness in me and those I talked to. Instead of settling down to paint while the day was bright, I moved all my tomato plants into my studio space and then visited with my neighbor and a friend who dropped by with ice-cold Margaritas in tiny plastic bottles, one for each of us.
The threatened storm arrived hours late — well after predicted by the Weather People. And on a scale of 1-10, it was a 2, at least where I live. The best part was the garden-soaking rain. I needn’t have moved the containers and my tomatos into my studio space yesterday afternoon. They were in no danger of being pounded by hail or swept away by a tornado in lasst night’s storm. Thank goodness.
It was a very peaceful morning. I sat for awhile listening to the birds, the brook and any other sounds in the neighborhood. It was mostly the birds and the brook I heard.