Even after all this time,
The sun never says to the earth,
"You owe me."
Look what happens with
A love like that.
It lights the whole sky.
~ Hafiz of Persia
|trail out to Pacific Ocean near Mendocino. California|
|once the land of the Tuibun Ohlone---now Don Edwards San Francisco Bay Area Wildlife Refuge|
The fruits are all done and off to the various markets, I was at a lost. It's all that hurry up and get it done. Pack and ship. What is the deadline date? Get it there before first, second, third Friday (or Saturday) art walk. Inventory lists and contracts in order. Checking that every piece is perfect, polished and tagged. Carefully wrapping and boxing. Delivering. All done now. Finished for the year.
|last of this season's persimmons on porcelain tile|
|postcard size lino block and old, trusty cutter|
|some freehand penciling and then carve deep|
|stamped porcelain slab--takes a bit of muscle and a mallet|
|add some washy orange and green---cover with satin transparent|
|add one persimmon|
|sign back of tile|
|the beauty of numbers by Noah, age 7|
|I am very tempted to keep these, but they are promised.|