
Walking out to the mailbox this afternoon, I saw this view and decided it HAD to be painted. Especially since it was in the shade. I was feeling lazy and it was too hot to carry everything, so I put my gardening wagon to good use. Even the cats abandoned me, preferring to snooze in the house.

I’m not a heat person. My ancestors must have been from a cool, damp climate. Anything over 75 degrees is just too damned hot! As a kid I remember my dad saying he loved hot weather. The hotter the better. I’d just shake my head. Even the cat back then didn’t like the heat. He’d lay on an ice cold watermelon in the back seat of the Chevy, panting as we drove out to the cabin.
I’m very happy I ended up living at the edge of the woods in northern Michigan! There’s always lots to paint nearby and plenty of shade trees to stand under on hot days.
