Archive for March, 2013

Arise, My Love, My Fair One

Wednesday, March 20th, 2013

Yesterday my husband brought me a bouquet of flowers from which to choose for my next seasonal still-life: tulips, daffodils, and Siberian iris, the latter still tightly in bud. When I came into the studio today on this first morning of spring, I found that the iris had completely unfurled overnight and stood grand and purple among her pink and gold companions, ready for exclamations of admiration and the sketchbook. Happy Spring, everyone! May your blossoms unfold in the night.

SiberianIris

My beloved spake, and said unto me,
Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

—Song of Solomon 2:10-13

Until we meet again

Sunday, March 17th, 2013

A traditional blessing, along with a page from my Ireland sketchbook. Happy St. Patrick’s Day, everyone.

BoatToInisOirr

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
the rains fall soft upon your fields,
and, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

—Irish blessing

CakeGreenSimone

Spring Ahead!

Sunday, March 10th, 2013

Sigh. Lose that hour, folks.

SpringAhead

CakeBerries2Aunt Mary

CakeBalloons2Lisa

 

March

Friday, March 1st, 2013

A poem, and a sketch, for the new month.

March1Snowdrop

The sun is nervous
As a kite
That can’t quite keep
Its own string tight.

Some days are fair,
And some are raw.
The timid earth
Decides to thaw.

Shy budlets peep
From twigs on trees,
And robins join
The chickadees.

Pale crocuses
Poke through the ground
Like noses come
To sniff around.

The mud smells happy
On our shoes.
We still wear mittens,
Which we lose.

—John Updike

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