Alrighty then

It's only been a month. Of course I took these pictures almost that long ago. We really have had a glorious wet spring, but not so much wet as to have flooding. Only the upper eastern third of the state remains in drought, and even that is down to 'mild'. We are still getting some rain but not the steady onslaught that we had earlier in the month.

This one below (or to the right, depending on how Typepad wants to display it) is a porch entirely covered by the apricot-colored variety of a Cecil Brunner rose with a hydrangea mixed in there. This one in May is a delight to walk under, the perfume is so heady.

Next is a perfect garden. Yes, they do have weekly gardeners. I have asked and received permission to go in and paint. There are two Adirondack chairs painted Cobalt blue under an apple tree that is a trellis for another beautifully scented white rose that has just a few steaks of fuchsia pink.

I haven't been giving my paints/pencils/pens any kind of a workout lately, but I'm ready. I want to go paint the river under the redwoods at the Samuel P Taylor State Park. I want to paint my pots and pans on my window sill above my range (Because I'm in control, you don't have to see how dirty the stovetop is). I want to paint the green velour hills with the puffball shaped live oak trees and long shadows.

If I want to, why ain't I?

I dunno.