Four years gone

4.5.2017   date unknown, a scrap of paper, slightly edited:

I decided to go paint out my grief.  The morning was chilly and cloudy (or fog) but it had burnt off nicely and the sun is softly touching the roof of the potty house mossy corrugated fiberglass.

I “finished” that scruffy watercolor sketch of the lonely aspens/alders at San Francisco Peaks, copied from a 1970’s-era Arizona Highways magazine in the sketch paper journal.  Memory of that howling moose we thought was a drunk guy crashing through the woods yelling “Bluuuu!  bluuuuu!”

There are incoming clouds of a band of rain, from the west so perhaps tropical, the warm Pineapple Express.  Moved bags of LP’s from the woodshed to the roofing shed: Forming an alliance with what we love (4/19).  The morning star—Venus star point-  a whole new era dawns- Art Beauty and Kinship.

Working on the woodshed, building a new wood pile.  Watering the two surviving apple trees.  The remains of the big bay tree are in the parking area.  So much work can get done on a Monday holiday when there is no mid-day gig in a far distant town. 

The new plastic privacy screen in the kitchen windows is so pleasing.  What is that called?  Like corrugated cardboard but clear.  The rearrangement of rugs and seating and stored accordions is also comforting.  Full renovation of the Westfalia under-seat storage!