Petals, Paint, & a Cheeky Little Pinot.

Wine First, Art Second, Whimsy on a Wednesday Next.... or Was It the Other Way Round?

photo by Jules Smith on her daily walking with wolfits

This week’s whimsy has a note of pleasantry. That’s nice, isn’t it?

I have discovered…

That stealing a piece of cherry pie out of the fridge took me by surprise. Normally, I’d have warm pie with cream or custard, not cold and lacking company. But oh my lord. It’s so much better! Was it because I stole it or was it because it was cold?

It’s a wolf! photo by Jules Smith

We had a hot day. In fact, we had a couple. March came in and teased with 18 degrees and a chance for washing to go on the line. People cut their first grass of the year and it smelled of memories. I took my first dog walk of the year wearing a t-shirt. I threw open the back doors to kill the sillage of winter’s breath. The birds sang louder, the people smiled more. The pub opened on a day it’s normally closed, which is perhaps why the people smiled more, the blossom on the cherry trees showed off in competition with the magnolia. I went for an evening stroll to to see the last of the daffodils.

Feeling Sheepish - photo by Jules Smith

The lambs arrived in the fields. That says “Spring” to me. My favourite time of the year.

Baa baa lambs - photo by Jules Smith

I found that Kermit isn’t always Kermit. This amused me.

And, here’s some more art philosophy…

Bold Blooms - Jules Smith

Every year I enter into an international postcard competition. A worldwide show where artists send in 6x4 pieces of work that get shown in the gallery for about a month. Last year I won second place which made my day. People can buy your postcard art and any you don’t sell can be returned or swapped with another artist. I opt for the latter because I forget about it and then get a surprise in the post. This year I sold 3 postcards and got 2 swapsies.

And here they are:

From Northern France we have the mystery of Mr. Quinn!

There’s something softly sinister about this. The more I look at it, the more I like it. The artist is a guy from France who emailed me and said my family and I are welcome anytime. I love it when that happens. So long as he’s not a masking behind a soft composure with an arsenal in his Maison de Maître.

From a lovely lady in Ireland we have the Time Capsule:

It reminds me of silos. There is a sense of waiting which is collaged into the piece. The colours make me feel a bleak, coastal longing. Great texture. (Why am I not employed by Landscape artist of the year?)

And for anyone interested in my plonk of the week, because I’ve moved on from water tasting, here it is:

A Pinot Noir from Oregon, if you please. Well, I’ve got to say I nearly passed out with joy at the taste of it. Unfortunately, I had to share it with friends over a cottage pie. It’s an extremely good, I had to force myself to put it down fresh, fruity, delicious wine. You need to get it in.

And, if Scott Kelley is reading this, well, you need to send me a case of this vino in return for the admirable promotion I just gave you.

I’ll send you a postcard.