ArtandExteriors

It would seem I am a quiet voice, whispering in the wilderness, "anybody out there"...That said, there are billions of blogs, it would seem.  Yet, I have the urge, so I pop in now-and-then.

 Once, I had a garden in Wisconsin...the winters are long and horrible, but the summers are wonderful...short, but wonderful.  I had seven years to create this garden..and two acres.  Sadly, when I moved to Texas, the new owners plowed everything under and planted grass.   I just don't understand to this day, but I am so glad I took photographs, so I can revisit them.  Even if I lost these, they will bloom in my heart for as long as I live.

 Champagne poppies, swaying in the breeze, Iris that were given to me by a wonderful neighbor. 

Clematis, chives, and bunnies..and bricks, oh my!

My girl, reading her book...I gave her to a client (and his partner) who, hopefully still enjoy her.  The unopened flowers behind her are Moonflowers, which only bloom at night...lovely, trumpet-shaped....Oh how I am missing them.

Tulips!  I spent lovely hours, on my knees, hands in the dirt, planting hundreds of them....

Then, we moved to Texas, where I traded a garden for dust and deer poop...literally.  But, then life is a trade off.  No long winters, just endless months of 107 degree temps...But, I had a new cause....our deer...keeping them alive.  

They weren't frightened by me...in fact, they would drop their fawns in the woods behind our home...twenty-seven, lovely deer...(I know, we weren't supposed to feed and water them, but they weren't going to die on my property under my eyes).

I learned you cannot tame the land in Texas....too many watering restrictions...but, there is a wild beauty about it....

There are those in Texas who would let this baby perish in their yard...how they could I will never understand...I cherish these photos and memories of these deer.  We had windas (they say "windas" in Texas instead of windows) all along the back of our home, and a deep, shaded back porch...each morning, they would be peering in, saying "you think they're awake and going to feed us?"

I would rise before dawn and the killing heat would set in, and drive the country roads, pulling wild grapevine down from the cedar trees, filling my truck to the Buick...they got corn, which was candy for them, a salad bar (grapevine), a protein and salt block and lots and lots of water.  This went on for years.  I miss my Texas home, but most of all, the deer.

 Our Raisenette Funicello Buttafuco (head butted people, and probably, a deer if it would let him), spent a great deal of time, stalking the wild deer (and sleeping..I miss him, as well).

This is "Shadow", who was supposedly killed, but resurfaced with her fawn the next spring..I painted her on a 5X3 ft. canvas, and gold and silver-leafed the background...this is one I will never part with.

Now, we live on a lake in Tennessee...the entire property is mulch, and an deer passes by every now-and-then, but as I said, life is a trade off.   
So, children, tomorrow we will be learning how to dye fabrics with reactive dye...tune in...that's right, I just sort of roll that way, being the Gemini that I am...Since I seem to be the only one who reads this, it's less about who stops by and more about my meandering mind.