Saturday, February 28, 2015
This afternoon P and I walked back to the meadow behind our house, and on our way we spotted some action around the three groundhog holes that are in our little woods near the fenceline. P had seen a groundhog sitting in the back woods a week or so ago, and we had thought 'great! at least one groundhog didn't see its shadow!' Further confirmation today: all three holes had clay-colored prints leading from the holes to adjacent holes, and in one case, the tracks led under the fence and out to the meadow. One hole is dug under a patch of English ivy, and the cast off clay has raised a mound of ivy-covered clay that is now ivy-covered snow. We know how deeply we have been sunk into winter funk when we get excited about groundhog action. And not only groundhogs, but the snowdrops are getting ready to bloom, and the lenten roses have made it through the hard freezes of the past weeks!
Friday, February 27, 2015
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
Sunday, February 22, 2015
In the woods, the putty root is looking fine. The mosses are bright and crisp looking. The rhododendron leaves have relaxed from the pencil-tight furls they were in earlier this week. Nothing else is doing much. I smelled bear funk twice on the high trails.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Friday, February 20, 2015
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Saturday morning N came down and played legos in his pjs for a long time. Later his dad and sister and he and I went to a science museum together. The drawing on the right is of a building that N made in a skyscraper exhibit activity. This was shortly before the building was knocked down with great glee by another child.
Monday N and I went back into the city for another go at the Museum of Natural History, which I believe he considers to be a large gift shop with interesting exhibits tacked on. On the train I drew a pile of luggage that the woman sitting across from us was dealing with. At the right, a quick beginning sketch of some dinosaur bones, made in the few minutes while N was playing with a computer at the corner of the cabinet of bones.
A true motion study-- N on the train, the train shaking and shuddering, N adding to the drawing on the left (of him drinking a smoothie) while I drew. On the right a drawing that we did together of an ostrich nest diorama. We didn't see many things, but we saw very well the things we did see.
This is my favorite drawing of the whole week. Nate started drawing on the train going home, a chimney of some kind. Then he began spinning out a story and acting it out with his pen and a yellow pencil as he drew and narrated. When he finished, he gave the book back to me and I drew his profile on the other side of the page. I like how his drawing seems to come out of his head.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Monday, February 9, 2015
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Tonight, still itchy and swollen and miserable, I reflected on how the current Jesse-inflicted charlotte carnage in the dead tulip pot expresses very well my state of mental health. Sneaky winter poison ivy grrrr.
Friday, February 6, 2015
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
At top left is a wizened beet, extremely hairy. Probably someone out there could rescue it and turn it into a nice soup or something, but not me! I cook only from recipes, and I've never found one that calls for shriveled beets. Below Mr. Hairy Beet on bottom left is the stalk that used to hold elephant garlic. And slightly up from it is a dessicated clove of elephant garlic itself. I don't like this stuff, but P does, and he always buys it but forgets to use it. I leave it alone to turn brownish and bruised looking, and then we throw it out.
At top right is a lime that feels like a bocce ball, leathery and hard. It was a promising purchase, destined to be sliced up and put in Maya's fizzy water, but it got lost among the potatoes and oranges, and now it would take a power tool to cut into it. Just below the former lime is a nice Roma tomato that had a tiny fleck of black that has now grown with alarming swiftness into a festering black dent. At bottom right is the partner of Mr. Hairy Beet, another hairy but shriveled beet. This one still has a little of its original festive orange color, but the black stuff from the tomato seems to have spread to it.
We think these are all sufficiently dreggy to go out with the compost tomorrow.