pomegranatesandpaperWe all have stories to tell. Mine are of the beautiful necessities: paint and paper, pen and ink, artjournals and books, and the weight of a red, ripe pomegranate in my hand.Wave Hill- July 6, 2008 A soft, grey Sunday morning, just chilly enough for a light jacket and the desire for someplace quiet to work. I find my way to Wave Hill and walk amidst the beautiful specimen trees and pergolas built along the Hudson River. There are herb gardens and perennial borders and wild flowers to admire and sketch. I almost have the place to myself as the threatening skies keep most at home. Brava, brava Christina! The Italian family across the terrace are enjoying sandwiches and cappuccino with their.http://artjournaler.typepad.com/pomegranatesandpaper/2008/07/gratitude-on-a-sunday-morning... Dance While You Have the Chance- July 2, 2008 I'm taking a break from garden blogging today to ask you to pray for another gardener, my sweet friend Carolyn and her husband, Arnie. Carolyn has been an elist friend of mine for several years and she writes the lovely blog, tumbleweeds and thyme. Arnie is fighting for his life right now. He has been a parapalegic for several years after a doctor's life-changing mistake on an operating table. He and Carolyn have changed their entire lives after this terrible event and they have shaped a new...http://artjournaler.typepad.com/pomegranatesandpaper/2008/07/dance-while-you-have-the-chan... Garden Destructo- July 1, 2008 I can't write too much today because Mr. Pom is restraining me. He has me in a headlock because I am threatening to go outside and wreak havoc with my elderly neighbor. See, between his very, very wide lot and my little narrow one, there's a very old, very ugly, very rusty chain link fence. The type of fence that surrounded our house and that we've slowly replaced over the last 8 years. This section of the fence is or was very low on the priority list. It's on the side of the house with few...http://artjournaler.typepad.com/pomegranatesandpaper/2008/07/garden-destructo.html |