For whatever reason (and you can probably spell that reason "W-I-N-T-E-R") I've felt somewhat listless lately, though I had to admit, I have a list of to-do things as long as your arm! I'm chalking some of this up to my sinus infection and adjusting to my new a-fib meds, but the polar vortex isn't helping.
Most of the house is put back together after Christmas (though I still have to put it all neatly away in the basement -- at least it is down there!). Yesterday I washed the floors in the kitchen and bathroom and felt I deserved a medal. (The painting below isn't new but it does capture winter's feel, even though this spot is near Bath, England.)
I've been cooking a lot -- baking, hearty stews, a wonderful new spinach and orzo dish with feta from the NYTimes and an old favorite, Marie's "Swedish Visiting Cake." Being a listless blogger, I have photographed none of this! I've noticed that my gas stove takes a lot longer to clean it than the old electric where you could just wipe it down! After all the cooking I've been doing lately, it's an ongoing job! (Note on the spinach dish -- the recipe indicated it was main dish size; Rick disagrees -- if you are using it as the main dish and not a side, double the recipe.)
I'm in a creative dry spell, having only turned out one poem for Rick's book and considering a gear-switch on his project. But I did spend a little time at the art table. Apart from a few sketch drawings in my Covid journal, I hadn't really touched the paints since October and it felt good to play with my watercolors again. This is my friend Kirk's dog, who had center stage on his holiday card this year. I'm very pleased with this one.
This was another version from a different photo. It's much looser and captures the feeling but not as detailed and I don't think as good as the solo-pup.
Here's Carson at the science museum. It doesn't look like Carson (Toddler #1) at all but not a half-bad illustration of a little boy having fun in a space suit.
And finally, my cousin's cottage at the lake. I spent a lot of time in my first 12 summers in this wonderful spot, where my mom and her sisters spent their childhoods beginning in 1923. I don't think this is done yet, but it captures the idea. I have a feeling I'll do this one over and over till I get it right.
I leave you with an older painting but one I had printed for some valentines.
It just seems to fit the week! Keep cozy, wear your mask and fill the world with love!