Set against a background of her paintings and the Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, landscapes they depict, this short documentary is a portrait of the life and work of one of Canada’s foremost primitive painters, Maud Lewis. Emerging from her youth crippled with arthritis…
If a real live buyer with wads of cash came along, maybe, but I cannot see it. A morning that looks like this is what I seek.
Spring is my favorite time of year. Here we are galloping quickly into summer but I’ll hang on to it as long as I can! Especially after a very wet, blustery, long winter where I live in usually sunny California.
Flowers are at their finest in spring. Especially garden flowers; not coddled, sunburned, frosted, never perfect, those are the best.
“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
As you can see, they’ve been busy. Again… !
They’ve laid a late winter clutch of eggs despite it’s crowded with the mess from the previous bunch.
Capturing the Vineyard as it Wakes up in Late Winter. The buds are just beginning to swell. It’s looking like the vines have liked The Great Floods. You can hear them say, “I have missed you, Sun!”
The vineyards wake up and it’s always too soon for a much needed break from the work to come to an end. Especially when the wet weather has kept us from getting any winter garden chores started…. Much less done!
When it is dark enough,
you can see the stars.
~ralph waldo emerson