Sure it may be for only one day this week, but spring made an appearance today and it was lovely! The kids got sunshine on their faces and I found the chickens making dirt nests to roll around in. Everyone was happy. Yay! Tomorrow brings lots of rain and snow to follow. Ah well, it was nice while it lasted. =)
Sitting at my desk last night I was thinking about what to paint and kept thinking about rabbits. The past three days we’ve seen the elusive neighborhood ‘white rabbit’ that someone dumped outside. He was hanging out with a wild brown rabbit. We were surprised when the white rabbit allowed us to get close enough for some photos! Anyhow, since then I’ve been thinking about rabbits.
Toulouse & Tilly, when we brought them home at the beginning of March!
Ducks…ducks grow fast. Ducks, or maybe just these Khaki Campbell ducks, are apparently not ‘domesticated’ like chicks/chickens seem to be. Growing up in Los Angeles, we had a mini farm in the city with a couple geese, ducks, and even a peacock! My Mother loooooves duck eggs, and while I’m not sure I do (I have a love/hate relationship with eggs-one day I love, the next they’re slimey and hideous) I remember as a child blowing duck eggs out and painting them. I plan on showing my own children how to do this! Anyway, we have two ducks in the basement under a heat lamp, with a space to roam and spill water all over. It’s still snowing here so they can’t go out yet, but wow they grow super fast! I can’t wait to introduce them to the chickens-I hope that goes smoothly. As it turns out, I think we got two female ducks because they weren’t sexed when we got them, which is totally fine. They also might be the migratory kind, so I’m sure we’ll be bidding them adieu at some point. =(
Anna with Tilly, March 11th
Toulous, March 27th
No, seriously, where is it? It’s snowing still here in Pennsylvania and (don’t tell anyone I admitted to this) I’m getting a little tired of it. We have our seeds started, little seedlings coming up, some getting rather large, and no place to plant them! We have two ducklings in our basement, getting larger by the minute, waiting to go outside. Spring needs to hurry up already! =)
Here are some mini paintings I painted with spring on my mind:
Are you experiencing a beautiful spring where you are, or are you buried under snow like me?
A portrait of Anna (ok so she got a white wig but it’s still here =P) and *her* new dog. A fun way for her to always remember the newest member of our family. Thankfully all the snow that fell yesterday provided a nice white backdrop on the hill that is our front yard.
As with all my little shoots, I require a face shot. =)
Next to autumn, spring is my favorite time of year. I look so forward to the buds on trees, flowers, birds singing… I’m not really sure when “spring” is going to come this year. I’ve never been one to poo-poo snow or winter-I absolutely love it. I’m just a little tired of it now even though everything looks so beautiful. We took a little walk this morning to take in the snow falling.
My Mother has this thing, this memory of always having a dog in the house. Walking on the Oregon coast with a dog, collecting rocks, shells, glass… She loves having a dog. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a huge cat person, but there’s always a want, no a need for a dog. Anyway, she finally found the right one! While researching the “perfect dog” for a family with kids and cats, she kept coming across Great Pyrenees dogs, so she set off searching for one. She found a guy in Ohio who had some puppies, which I immediately recoiled at the thought. I have two kids, I don’t want a third! As luck would have it (for us and the dog) this guy was done breeding his Great Pyrenees and was keeping two of the puppies but didn’t want the mother anymore. How sad right?? The only logical thing was we’d take the mother! Aside from the fact that she’s 4, already house-trained, and just beautiful, we’d be putting an end to any more breeding. Stopping the ‘puppy-factory’ if you will. We jumped in the car and drove 3 hours into the emptiness of SE Ohio and got our girl! We got her on Saint Patrick’s day, so instead of a proper French name, she ended up with an Irish name: Fionnoula Maeve O’Quinn (mom’s family name.) It was leaps and bounds better than her previous name, which I won’t bother to even type.
Fionnoula is the sweetest dog I’ve ever met and though I was reluctant to have a dog in the house, the cats don’t even seem to mind her. But what’s more amazing, is that she doesn’t mind the cats, or the chickens. She’s barely interested in either. She’d rather follow my daughter up and down two flights of steps, outside, wherever she goes Fionnoula is close by.