Sunday, September 5, 2010
Looking through the looking glass at the many photos which comprise a weekend and how can I choose only a few to tell a story? The weather has cooled, sleep was easy. The storm Earl gave us sporatic showers but not really enough rain to quench the thirst in the garden. Yesterday I wandered in the woods behind the house and got turned around and found myself on another road. Bruce was worried and looked for me. His heart was hurt when I got back with forest finds and tales, so I got out the hawthorne cordial which I made 2 years ago. It is strong, such a beautiful color and seems to aid the heart immediately. I couldn't resist a photo opportunity.
SPA had organized, the weather had turned to sun again. Janet, who went to Japan earlier this year, speaks, Sue is looking cold in her shorts, and several of the Japanese artists who made sculptures stand at the gateway. We are about to enter a magical place.
The last installation on the long walk was by a Japanese man who was standing with his work when we got to it. I am trying to no avail to remember his name, alas. He had made a large screen which captured the shadows in the forest, a brilliant piece, but then the sun was brilliant at the time which certainly showed his idea off well, as the shadows danced and sang shifting with the breezes in the spotlight of the sun. I was happy to tell him how successful this piece is, give him a bow, and carry the light down the hill across the meadow to the picnic waiting the guests. What a lovely experience! Thank you, SPA.
Yes, I have been painting silks, washing them and begun the ironing. Maybe tomorrow silks will find their way into the blogland. I hope you all have had a weekend of delights.