…because I was in the middle of neglecting the blog back when summer was actually here, and also because I am so “blibbity blop blop” sick of winter.
Last August when we were at the cottage, we had a bit of magic slowly unfold. Monarch chrysalis were everywhere. Mostly near the beach on the milkweed, but also several on the boathouse. We watched them mature and either die or transform.
Sadly all did not make it…black, a sign of death in the second photo. Do you see the tick near the top in the photo directly below….giving the kiss of death:
I had to paint a monarch after enjoying the metamorphosis’…..here is a progression of the painting I completed over the summer.
Watercolor, of course! Now, let’s hope for spring to arrive very soon.
Just memories now, but what good ones.
We were with Patt and Jim for two weeks! The “kids” were there for the first week too. Patt’s pool got used everyday…the Little’s wanted to swim just about every minute. They all stayed in another beach house, which worked out wonderfully for all. We visited Cayo Costa, Cabbage Key, The Bubble Room on Captiva, Matlacha. We saw dolphins, manatees, eagles, tortoises.
Walking to the beach and viewing the sunset with a glass of wine was a daily ritual.
Love this place….I’ve walked the beach, rode a bike, sat with my feet in the pool, hung outdoors all day. If this is retirement is like, yes please. I feel like a kid who can do whatever she wants…..so I painted.
Just hiding out for a while. All is well. I tried “thinking about” posting my photos to Instagram. Nah. I’m just comfortable sharing here. My old justification…I’m not in your face (or feed), you must come to this “blob” to visit me.
Here is a painting I completed in the fall, a moment to remember. Looking out from the porch of the Grand Hotel on Mackinaw Island.
I’ve been painting quite a bit. Some not worthy to share, but I do kinda like this one.
Fresh caught bluegill, a summer Saturday evening, and favorite people!
“Grammie, let’s take a bike walk to the park.” Meaning they ride their little bikes with training wheels, and adults walk. Makes sense.
Goldfish are flowers…flowers that move. -Han Suyin