In
answer to Sabine's musing about my weekend, Saturday I read, took a
nap, finished sanding down the door jamb, and cleaned up all the dust
before I fed the dog and took her for a walk before quitting for the
day (back to the book). Sunday I watered part of the yard, fertilized
a few things and mulched the white butterfly ginger and a couple of
other things (which I've been meaning to do for weeks); repainted the
door jamb, did a new drawing (skipped yesterday), watered some more
of the yard, and read til time for dog duty.
Y'all
might be tired of me posting my drawings but I'm not tired of doing
it. I'm actually kind of impressed with myself. These drawings are
all really quite small as my sketchbook is only 5 1/2” x 8 1/2”,
don't know if that is apparent in the pictures, probably not. The
feather is the largest at 6 1/2” with the orchid tree flower at 5”,
the poppy seed pod at almost 5”. The smallest is the bean sprout at
about 2 3/4”. The wren skull below is 3 1/4”.
Except
for the first drawing, the feather, the last four are done two to a
page so as not to waste space. I kind of like the combinations.
It
is so hot and dry here still that I spend a lot of time
watering the yard mornings and evenings. This morning after watering
the front yard I laid the hose in the fern bed and just let it run
for 2 1/2 hours moving it every 30 minutes. I do wish we would get
some rain but it looks like no chance of that til next weekend if
then.
If
I stay on task that I have set for myself, I should be doing another
drawing and getting out the wax and tools today. Monday is a short
day though as I have yoga at 5:15 20 minutes away in the next town
over and there's a stack of dirty dishes and cutlery in the kitchen
so we'll see what I manage to get accomplished (so far...nothing).
My
neighbor D (of R and D and the chickens and gun shooting) flagged me
down as I walked past with the dog Friday evening as she dashed into their garage and returned with
two dozen eggs which I am happy to have. We're down to 6 chickens
(from 13) she tells me. The last two died she thinks from heat
stroke, so 'we're letting them out in the yard for now'. You might
recall R was in the habit of shooting at any and all dogs that would
come in their yard attracted by the chickens (or the cat food they
leave in the garage) and had an altercation with the 'butt-hurt' (R's
description) neighbor on the other side when he shot at J's dog in
J's yard while J was standing out front and heard the bullet go
whizzing by so they had been keeping the chickens in one of the
ruined greenhouses on the property (this is Frank of the Bountiful
Garden's old place) until recently when they bought a prefab chicken
coop with fenced yard. It's a tiny little thing (especially the enclosed part with the nesting boxes) and must be hot as
hell in there where they found the most recently dead chicken.
I
talked with J about it one day after only getting R's side of it.
That's when I found out that J's dog (who is always kept in their
fenced yard but had managed to escape) was in his own yard during the
incident. R was going on about his right to protect his property, and
being able to use his gun is why they moved out to the country. J had
to remind him that this ain't the country, this is a neighborhood,
country is being out at the ranch where the closest neighbor is a mile
and a half away. R was unconvinced and finally J told him 'I have a
gun too. Want me to start shooting your chickens every time they come
in my yard?' (R's chickens had previously totally destroyed a shade
garden that J's wife had planted on the side of the house.) So the
chickens have been cooped up since. (J also told me he saw R shooting
towards the mobile home park on the other side of the 12 acre field
behind us all one day and not too long after a sheriff pulled up at
R's place.)
Anyway,
I remarked to D that I see that the hog wire had been delivered for
the fence they plan to put up around their property on three sides.
The fourth side, the side between them and J, is getting a solid
plank high spite fence.
Well, they don't call it a spite fence for nothing. It's always fascinating to me, all the machinations of neighborly angst - the 'he said/she said/they said'. My neighbor had lousy fences and a wandering Angus bull. About the fifth time I found him in my garden - freaking out the dogs, sheep and llama - I herded him back down the road and then slapped his butt with my windshield scraper and sent him charging towards their house. Last thing I heard was the screeching of his obnoxious grandchildren. He was never out again. I have to keep a sharp eye on my dogs - they shoot anything that moves around here. I love small sketches and have a real affinity to small artwork in general. Your drawing skills are amazing!
ReplyDeleteNeighbors. Can't live with 'em, can't live...oh wait! You can live without them! I've got some great ones, some completely neutral ones and the ones that still have up their Trump sign and who send my husband text messages to ask him to start a prayer chain for people like the little boy they know who got hold of a nail gun and shot himself and was on life support.
ReplyDeleteBUT, if push comes to shove, we are there for each other. We pretty much have to be and so I try to keep it all as civil and friendly as I can.
Love your drawings, Ellen. Somehow I am even more impressed, knowing how teeny they are. Such detail!
Hot here too but we are getting rain. When it flooded last year, could you even imagine wishing so desperately for water to fall from the sky?
Good Lord! What an image - chickens, guns, dogs, toe-to-toe neighbors.
ReplyDeleteAnd the images you've produced are so delicate and lovely. Amazes me how you go front sanding or shoveling one minute to such intricate work. What a range of motor skills!
(Stupid iPad wouldn't let me correct front to from)
DeletePhew! That is a lot of drama in a neighborhood, particularly when guns are involved. Your drawings are a thing of beauty. I wish I could draw.
ReplyDeleteGood fences make good neighbors they say. And I love your drawings. What a treasure that little book of beautiful images will be.
ReplyDeletechickens dogs, and rootin' tootin' shootin'- I would say your live in small town Texas.
ReplyDeleteYour drawings are awesome, Ms. Ellen!
count me as one who is NOT tired of your drawings!
ReplyDeleteGood grief. I hope that trigger-happy guy doesn't turn his gun in the direction of your house! I think your drawings are AMAZING and I for one would love to see more.
ReplyDeleteI think the visit from the sheriff and J offering to shoot back sort of put a damper on R. at least I haven't seen or heard any evidence of more shooting.
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