I’m going to brag on my daughter for a few minutes. She is a teenager with no formal training.
Let me say that again…no formal art training.
She has taken on this project for her bible teacher to paint a scene depicting portions of the book of Revelation.
For the first time, I have had to joy of seeing her work because the project is home right now, in our formal dining room, during spring break.
She still has a LOT to do, but I am blown away daily at her ability.
She has been working on the four horses, the shield, and last night she penciled in the face of the horseman on the gray horse of death.
This morning I woke up to this.
I don’t even know how she does this. I can’t even imagine how incredible this will be when she is finished!
I’m beginning to get a little salty that we will not be keeping this project!
The horses are bursting out of an open scroll, the 7 seals are split, there’s an angry sky and the earth is on the bottom left as well. And there is a lot of white space which will reveal more surprises as she keeps painting.
I’m just so proud of how hard she’s working on this and I can’t help but wonder if we should be researching art colleges.
She would rather I don’t interrupt her for pictures, but these are memories that must be preserved!!
PS, this is her first experience with oil paints!
1. It’s pomegranate season. I’ve been scouring Costco for the last few weeks and finally the pomegranates came in. We all love the meticulous process of getting the seeds out and into a bowl. There is a lot of hand slapping to keep fingers out of the bowl until the job is done, and we can ALL enjoy them together. Yum!!!!!
2. This is my home screen on my phone. There are those little red bubbles that stress me out. I did cut my email bubble in half last Wednesday. I’m still happy about that. And I’ve kept up on deleting or archiving the current emails that come in. Progress.
3. My To-Do list for Friday afternoon. Planning to recruit the kids to help me.
4. Helping my Freshman with science homework. It was actually enjoyable sitting at the table together and attacking this periodic chart. Our efforts paid off. He got 49.5/50 on the quiz the next day.
Life is simple.
Winter is definitely here and last week was foggy, which produced a buildup of ice crystals on everything.
On my way to the hairdresser, I stopped to snap these photos in her yard. The crystals were so intricate and delicate I had to just pause a moment and soak in the details!
Old Farm Coat
By the door
Old and well worn
Faded on the peg
Swims over my shoulders
As I trudge out to the barn.
Puppies are warm and cozy there.
We should have some new babies tonight.
I played my piano today. That always makes me happy!
Something happens when a boy turns 13. The excitement of becoming a teenager must loosen a spring or two…or ten.
I hardly recognize this child, who only yesterday was the “Baby Wise” baby that did everything by the book. How did 13 years pass already?
Maybe it’s because there are three teenagers in this house now. Perhaps the equilibrium of non-chaos cannot be present in the midst of three teens.
But the other two didn’t seem to lose any springs when they turned 13. Maybe they will be late bloomers!
A loose spring
produces, err…enhances a mouth that never stops talking. A loose spring guides the individual to do the most ridiculous things just to get a reaction. A loose spring causes severe forgetfulness when chores in any way, shape, or form are expected to be completed. A loose spring miraculously though, enables the teen to sit in front of a computer for hours on end, never tiring, and nary coming up for air, and only for a sandwich or potty break.
And the worst thing of all is that the loose spring can be thoroughly annoying, driving a mother to the edge of her sanity, wondering where to find a tool…any tool…to get that spring contained and back into the place where it belongs.
I am hopeful that time itself will fix the loose spring, because I know there is a nice young man in there, slowly finding his way out into the big wide world!
It’s about this time of year when I vow to myself that, next year, I will start my plants from seed. The little bundle of peppers, tomatoes, cucumbers, and flowers cost me a whopping $60+ dollars and it won’t even begin to fill my space!
I do have seeds and will start some things like beets and peas and beans from seed, and I need to make that happen before the end of the week!
I hope to lay down the water lines today and put the grids on the boxes. Yesterday The Woodman drilled in the screws so we can weave our lines and make our grids.
I also found some old steer manure to put on my hay bales. There is a lot of conflicting information on hay bale gardening. Some say use chemical fertilizer, some say use organic, others say don’t bother with any. I stood in Home Depot yesterday in front of the fertilizers long enough to be asked twice by the same worker if I needed help! I finally left with the Marigolds and that was it for the garden.
The only thing I’m fairly certain about with hay bale gardening is that I have no idea what I’m doing! I found some old bags of steer manure so I’m going to water it into my bales and then do it again with a second old bag in a few days.
The key is for the bales to heat up and begin decomposing, creating an optimal soil to grow in. Hopefully I will achieve that!
The Woodman found some Pearlite bags up at the other house, from some project long past that I never did, so I’m going to toss that into my garden beds along with some compost and call it good. And then finally, I will actually start planting!!