August, The Month
August! Here we are already. How is the garden growing and the the painting going? And what are my August ambitions?
The change always comes about mid-August, and it always catches me by surprise. I mean the day when I know that summer is fraying at the edges, that September isn’t far off and fall is just over the hill or up the valley. ~Hal Borland*
Three-quarters of 2023 is passing, and I am grateful the speed of its departure has not quite unbalanced me.
How is the August Garden Growing?
The sunflowers are pretty, but not so plentiful . . . nor are the Black-eyed Susans. One gardening site warned that Sunflowers are not the friendliest of additions in flower beds. ( When Sunflowers Kill)
Sigh . . .
I have enjoyed the ones with richer colors . . .
How Are the Paintings Going?
I weeded through my painting garden; passing along more than a few to a local charity shop, I hope they brighten strangers’ hearts. I need to make room for new ones! (Lord willing)
Degas said, “everyone has talent at twenty-five; the difficulty is to have it at fifty.” Whoa.
That’s why I like Grandma Moses.
She may not be the muse Matisse, or others have been, but her example is a motivator — she didn’t begin painting in earnest until she was 78.
Of course, she also said if she hadn’t started painting, she’d have raised chickens.
I don’t know what I would have raised . . . but it wouldn’t have been chickens.
Do I Have August Ambitions?