Speaking of which, a return to reading. Hope so, at least.
Unfortunately, things have been crazy-busy around here, what with fall chores - the usual, cleaning and oiling tools, emptying hoses, cleaning gutters, raking. As always, life includes some erratics, like those stones picked up by glaciers and then dropped here and there a thousand miles away. Didn’t expect to be side-swiped, for example (and I will never forget that sound). The other driver was most apologetic about hitting me and most importantly no human beings were injured; just makes busy busier.
Let’s get to the books, even if I don’t have time to crack one for a few days. We celebrated a 40th anniversary in August. Wow. No-one is more surprised than we two, who aren’t possibly old enough (well, at least Jon isn’t). We’re telling folks that we were betrothed in the crib. We had a special dinner al fresco and a perfect evening with another couple — dear dear friends — who were celebrating fifty! Good grief. So we called it Our High Ninety and a good time was had by all. Luckily we have a deep back garden so no neighbours succumbed to that flying cork.
Getting back to the point, Jon’s gift to me was the arrival monthly of a book about environmental gardening. Here is my current haul:
A Garden for the Rusty-Patched Bumblebee by Lorraine Johnson
Nature’s Best Hope by Douglas Tallamy
The Nature of Oaks by Douglas Tallamy
Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer
The Trees in my Forest by Bernd Heinrich
I had already read three of them but on library e-loans, which rendered me unable to add marginalia and expired too quickly. Such happiness to see them on my bookcase! I pat them every time I pass.
No time to paint lately. This is what I have. Pretty much complete, it is drying and I am looking and thinking. Once the reflection dies down, I can begin to correct what doesn't work. Another item on my TO-DO list is to update the gallery (zannekeele.com). It is woefully outdated and I am suitably embarrassed. Give me a few days and then have a peek.