Living Art

This is our garden truck that, you can see, hasn’t been used in a while for gardening. When my husband brought it home many years ago, it was love at first sight for me. Look at that torquoise color! And such a big expressive face! What personality! And, now, in its ripe old age, it has become a veritable work of living Art–a lovely vine winding its way through the windows, over the roof and onto the back bed, an on-going creation that stands as a testament to time, transformation, and immortality.


Good news from an e-mail last week–a story of mine has been accepted by The Main Street Rag, a literary journal out of N. Carolina. You’d think I would’ve been elated, but it was met with mixed feelings at first, as I was just about ready to tear into the piece again, make it better. . . But then I realized, I had set it free; I had felt it was strong and good enough to go out into the world . . . It is no different, really, from the bouquets I make for the market every weekend– I could fuss and fuss over them til the cows come home (which I learned spending summers on my grandparents’ farm, may be never, til you chase them down). Comes a time you have to let your creations stand on their own. And if you’ve tried your best, someone will treasure them.

latest treasure

You can see who’s claimed my latest treasure–twenty-five bucks from an antique store here in Galena. It’s not sturdy enough for most humans, but will do just fine for my felines. . .