brushstrokesandflowerbeds: Northern Lights

brushstrokesandflowerbeds: Northern Lights: "This is another one of my paintings, it was done in acrylic using an airbrush for the northern lights. I interred ..."

Northern Lights

This is another one of my

paintings, it was done in acrylic using an airbrush for the northern lights.

                          I interred it into the central regional juried art show, and it was selected

                         to go on tour to 5 different art centers in Manitoba

down came the snow

This is a photo of my flowerbed taken  on Oct. 05 we had 5" of snow on Oct.5 2005.

water fall

This is another one of my paintings. It is done in acrylics. 20"x30" 

A labor of love that’s worth the journey

As I sit at the kitchen table enjoying a cup of coffee, I glance out the window that overlooks my flower bed. The sky is a cerulean blue with white puffy clouds floating just above the horizon. As I admire my flowerbeds taking in the wide array of colours, I notice the weeds peeking out between the flowers. They’re trying their best to outshine the blossoms-. It’s once again tie to eliminate all traces of those unwanted intruders.

I place my empty coffee cup in the sink, pike up my garden gloves from the bench by the back door and head outside.

 A bird house is hanging from the awning and a mother wren is peeking out the door, curious to see as to who might be walking beneath her home and disturbing her babies’ afternoon nap.

As I descend the balcony steps, pair of cedar waxwings take flight, abandoning the golden elder shrub where they have been busily feasting on the bright orange elderberries. The raspberry blast petunias and the silver fall plant trailing down the side of the concrete planter on either side of the porch are fluttering in the breeze.

I take a little detour and head for the grape arbor adjacent to the balcony. Dozens of clusters hang from the vines, creating a patch work of green and purple. It seem every time I take a peek there are more ripe purple ones.

 As I grab my hoe from the garden shed, I notice that the fragrance of the blossoms on the nearby mountain ash lingers in the air, giving off the scent of fresh homemade soap. Its branches are bent low with the weight of its blossoms. Bees are busily bussing back and forth from flower to flower in search of nectar and a few have discovered the roses on the south side of the house. Some roses have dropped their petals that now resemble confetti after a wedding. The plum-coloured clematis nestled between the rose bushes is creeping its way up the white trellis attached to the house. A few wayward vines have crept over to the rose bushes and have intertwined theme selves with the bright pink blooms. I must admit they make a handsome pair. I pause to count the showy star-shaped flowers on the clematis and discover there are a total of 39.

Around the corner from the rose garden, stretching from one end to the other, a wide assortment of multicoloured lilies are putting on a spectacular show. A cedar tree is stand stately on each end, with a golden elder in the middle.

I walk across the lawn and the lush, green, newly mowed grass tickles my feet. I pass the 20 foot pear tree laden with fruit, standing next to the dropping weeping crab tree. I stop to admire its blossoms, and wonder how such a mournful looking tree can have such cheerful sweet smelling flowers.

As I approach the main garden, I see that I have my work cut out for me. There is enough quack grass creeping around the contours of the flowerbeds to dampen any gardener’s spirits. Pig weed-what an appropriate name!-have made themselves at home in the barrel that lies on its side with hot pink petunia cascading out of it. The purple-flowered, prickly-leaved Canadian thistle has taken up residence beside the stairs made of railroad ties. Why, I wonder, as I up root it, would anyone name that wretched weed after the beautiful country we call home!  I get rid of many more pesky, unidentified, weed as I wind my way among the flora.

After an hour of back breaking labor, I take a well-deserved rest on the rustic bench in front of the windmill at the edge of the flowerbed. I feast my eyes on the spectacular scene, knowing that all to soon the weeds will be bake and it will be déjà vu all over again!

my paintings

hi I am starting a blog of my paintings and flowerbeds with you! i hope you enjoy them as mush as i enjoyed creating them!

This is a painting

I painted of Canada it is the way I see Canada. The top part of the painting represents the 3 territories, and the lower part from left to right represents the 10 provinces.