Took the freight boat

A garden untended

The garden at MV is going crazy.  Our wall of flowers has triumphed over the bamboo curtain next door, though it's fair to say that the bamboo (white flowers), have seeds in proportion to our pink and purple blossoms at a ration of about 1 billion to 300 million, more or less.

Possibly the vine will win out over all.  Never give up, never surrender. (The earth shall reclaim itself). 

Studio loaded up and ready for bear.

The movers came and went.  Best $700 ever spent.  Didn't have to move that damned piano myself! (as if that would have ever happened.  I actually did once move an old upright piano we bought.  Put it in the back of a U-Haul.  When we got it home it had fallen over smack-on-it's back.  (None the worse for wear - - since it wasn't all to fine to begin with !).

 My (actually Marie's) grandmother's chair was too tall for the shelf, so it stood 90 years on the floor. (Is that how the song goes?).

Drawing tables and easel at the ready.

The barn poised on a mid-summer's night waiting to spring to life

 The barn, on an August night, awaiting the flurry of activity that the next day will bring, as the movers haul in the piano, desk, chairs and boxes for the studio upstairs, and work-tables, easel, and drawing table for the studio downstairs.  And grandma's old maroon easy-chair, once so comfortable, now with the springs sprung.

Crazy blooming hydrangea tree in front of the barn.  Moving 'stuff' into the barn next week - - Downstairs:  drawing table and the oldest-stuffed chair in the history of man-kind (any suggestions for what to do about that spring that comes through the back?)  Upstairs:  Piano.  Nic

I am intrigued with the juxtaposition between color and black-and-white.

I know there is a drought.  And so I am happy for the rain. 

 It was raining in Cleveland a few weeks ago. 

 And it was raining in Columbus last week. 

 Sun in Boston.

 

Rain on MV