The flowers are a testimony of their struggle to live. They have a tough go compared to the sheltered planters and barrels and baskets in town. Now if I can just keep them watered. The shallow pans dry out quickly. I want to get another bigger plant for Nancy’s blue pot. But it’s a start. The “boys” insist on posing so I had to send those pictures too.
I can’t remember all that went on yesterday, but did keep busy. The dang phone was dead again yesterday, most of the day before and part of today. They got it fixed on Thursday morning. Wednesday I worked more on my new painting, and the usual cooking cleaning laundry. It got very hot and still Wednesday afternoon. I waited until evening when it was cooler to water my pots and the shrubs in the front, and except for a few mosquitoes it was very nice out then.
I called the ladies at the Barn Door about the commission of three large paintings for the new bank, and was told that they were going to use some other artists. I suspected as much, but have two nice starts on large pieces for my own show. I assume by now I am not the one chosen for the Governor’s Portrait Project either, or probably would have heard. It probably went to someone from out of state as usual.
Today is Artists Guild meeting at Rendezvous Pointe in Pinedale. Charm, Judi and I are the hostesses. My friend and neighbor Sheral is going along with me as my guest so that will be fun going together. I will write about it tomorrow. I have made up the agenda and got my contribution ready to go, the pastel painting Cottonwoods on the Hoback.
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Your flower pots are truly beautiful. I'm afraid my experiment in containers this year was not so successful.
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