But far worse would be to avoid, or to forget. Because then we wouldn’t be able to walk the road to reconciliation.
Tomorrow Poppies can belong again to Georgia O’Keeffe, and Kenzo, and Dorothy of Oz. As they should – except in November.
A Thanksgiving reunion with a friend and a chance discovery of some weird lumps at the side of the road started it. We were meandering happily to the Gumboot Cafe, she strolling, me scooting, not two minutes away from my house when something bright, bright red on the edge of the road caught our attention. We stopped to peer into the leaves and grass, and there they were, fascinating in their odd perfect roundness and shocking colour. But we didn’t really have time for gazing at crazy mushrooms – limited moments of laughter and beer and catch-up were much more important – so Sandra snapped a quick phone photo, and we continued on to a perfect afternoon… but I knew I would need to go back for a closer look.
The next day, scooter and camera would be required. I am aware that a parked shoprider and a woman scrubbing around in the ditch is not an everyday occurrence, but in the Creek people really don’t make much of a fuss about these things, so I was happily undisturbed during my little photo session. I got some great shots and a nice wave from the bus driver. I may have been a tad bit close to the edge of the road.
It wasn’t enough, though – already growing bigger and so, so beautiful, not only did I sketch them, but I went back a third day as the cap was expanding. I used those shots to make a transfer for my ideabook.
I intend to keep going back for as long as they are there. These spectacular gifts on the side of the road may not appear again, I have never seen them before… maybe those people who can roam this rainforest see them every year, but for me on my scooter at the bottom of my road – they are a quite rare and wonderous sight. Magic, indeed.
Cool enough to wear a warm jacket. Bright and dry enough to scoop up impossibly coloured leaves as I skim around on my shoprider. Perfect conditions for sipping perfect coffee in either of my favourite haunts. Add in some brand new Micron Pigma pens, and October is looking very lovely indeed.
Time deliciously spent.
This summer on the coast has been spectacular, and I have relished every minute of it, but of all the seasons I have to say I love Fall best. As a Person With Multiple Sclerosis (aka PWMS) summer can be a bit torturous depending upon the big, warm sun. I like to fill my eyes and my skin with light and warmth every second I can, but if I miscalculate and the heat rises… well I am flattened. Like a bad pancake, weak wobbly and yucky. And that is no fun. So it is a bit of a dance every day to take advantage, carefully, of summer’s intensity. But Fall, now this is my time. Days are shorter, but the air is soft and crisp. Here we can sometimes spin it out for months, and many a day will be bright with sunshine – minus the high temperature, though it can get very pleasantly warm. Perfect I say. So Ella and I went for a little jaunt to Davis Bay to check out the day, the first day of many to come before the rains… we hope.
Scented wild roses are sending out their last buds, and all the big rose hips are turning colour.
I snapped some shots, and nipped some buds and returned home to my sunny deck for an afternoon of sketching – no wobbling or retreating inside from excessive heat. Supremely lovely.
Ella, although born in the Caribbean, appears to be adjusting quite nicely to the Sunshine Coast. Good girl.
I do enjoy the transition from a full sketchbook to an empty one. The big, fat pages of a well used book are very satisfying, but equally exciting is the crisp, fresh blankness of a brand new one.
Usually this switch has a bit of overlap – I need to finish the older pages, and glue in lumpy bits while I prep some of the new pages with paint.
Ready for our swiftly tilting planet to bring us to the days of Autumn…
1. Attempt to clean your studio, and get easily distracted when you find some old, old accounting paper.
2. Print a photo on to it, just to see how it looks… then paste it in your book. Boring, but has potential.
3. Ignore your still chaotic room, and get the spray paint. Pink and gold. Spray away.
4. Go out on the hot back deck, see some Salal and pluck it, and mull over whether to draw or read that almost overdue book on Emily Carr.
I’m pretty sure she would say – sketch now, read later….
Not a whole lot of sketching getting done these days… 29 days without rain in the rainforest means that aimless wandering, pleasant lunching, and general deck lounging is taking up all my time.
I’m falling into the fantasy that it is always this warm and mellow here….
I’m going to let myself be lulled by coastal summertime perfection for just a little while longer…. it is so much sweeter for its brevity.