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5.15.2009

Of Pears and Dreams and Summer

What beautiful light falls through the pear tree.

I feel a Texas summer in the air, in my lifting mood (I am such a warm-weather baby), in the dance of birds, flirty, flirt, touch, flirt, a game in the air, a game on the ground, a tiny bird foot shyly grazing another's, the flight away, the flirty flight back, look at me, look at me, no don't, another touch, another jump into the air. Tomorrow evening the first party at the lake, the first nightfall over the water, the first stars in this warm sky. I dream of ghosts, and red houses painted green, and screened-in porches opened to the darkness, welcoming the summer, welcoming bottles of beer sweating in the heat. I awake and buy bags of ice, lemon sorbet, gingerbread pigs with candy sprinkles on top. I stay up at night and gesso paper, then spread thin layers of silver & pearl paint, not thinking, not thinking, and I see the pattern of that paper in the leaves on the trees, in the fallen honeysuckle blossoms, in the feathers of the owls. My calendar reads Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come. I am keeping that tree and the birds are coming; I felt a shift yesterday evening. Something in my soul stirred a bit and made room for the summer. There are more white canvases in my house, and my new neighbor, another Amber, the taller Amber, ~ I am bookended by Ambers ~ said, and I may have mentioned this, when I welcomed her into my house, apologizing for the chaos of paint & canvas & paintings of birds, Oh, it's all right, you are an artist.

It's more than all right.
The summer, she is coming.
and i am an artist

8 comments:

  1. That color is SO gorgeous (as is the photo). It's so happy to look at... makes my eyes feel good.

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  2. This is the fresh crisp green of spring...oh so sweet...it reminds me of sorbet.

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  3. oh yes it is ...after the spring rain she comes to Texas...painting sounds like meditation when you describe it

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  4. thaks so much for stopping by and for your sweet and kind words :)

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  5. Spring doesn't feel like it has fully arrived here yet, let alone summer! It has been a weird, cold spring...today I am wrapped in a blanket wondering if the sun is going to warm our toes here anytime soon.
    But the flowers are blooming.
    And you are blooming.

    xoxoxo

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  6. That photo makes my heart skip a beat...I love green...

    I am glad for you...and your summer coming. It gives me hope, even though we have snow in the forecast for the next day or so.

    ...and I smiled at you apologizing for your artistic chaos. I've done the same thing many a time. I think it's time for us to stop, dont' you...:-)

    Thank you for this lovely post.
    xo

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  7. All I can say is, YAY!!!!! As the saying goes, if your ship doesn't come in, swim out to it. That's just what happened, m'dear!

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  8. Lucky, lucky Amber. To have you for a neighbor.

    I just know your show will be marvelous. Just one of the many wonders of your remarkable summer.

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