I heard the Cicadas last night for the first time. Supposedly that means 6 weeks till frost, mid-August. I love the sound though. It sounds like about 5 different groups are singing one group at a time when one stops another begins and that continues, beautiful.
We got back from vacation late last week from Backbone Park in Iowa. What a great place to be. 6000 trees were planted there in 1928 by The Daughters of the Revolution. Stone Buildings were built by the CCC. My dad was very interested in these very important historical groups he had a few stories to tell about family members who were in them. There was a cave with a stone staircase built to it, I can't imagine how, the stairway now needs repair and resetting. I'm not sure why there are not groups like these now. Our Parks system is understaffed with cutbacks annually it seems like. With all the unemployment and troubled teens, I think re-establishing some of these organizations would solve problems. Anyway had a very peaceful few days with my husband.
I've been painting since we got back, having a great time. I pretty much love my life and those who are in it, over the years I seem to have filtered out or have been filtered out of many lives. It must be meant to be that way. I sort of have two jobs. I wait tables, and my other job is of course painting. I have never really considered painting a job. Now since vacation my hours have been cut. Always before I would have gotten another job, this time I'm considering painting as a second job instead of panicking which is my normal state of mind. Considering maybe the universe wants me to paint. What do you think?
I know at this point at least no one is reading this but someday. . . Billie