Today was what might be the last “nice” day until next May. Rain and snow are heading in, so I buzzed up to Petoskey to grocery-shop, then got my teeth cleaned at the dentist, visited the recyling center, bought yet another roll of welded wire fencing, put groceries away, then encircled my weeping lilac in a deer fence. But wait — there’s more: I decided to go out plein air painting, even though it was cloudy and past 3 PM. One of my collectors had asked for a painting of birch trees and I wanted to see if I could come up with something. I’d thought I’d seen some promising-looking birches at the little cemetery down the road, so I threw everything into the truck and took off. Stopped to eyeball those birches, but the composition didn’t look inspiring. Too blah. Instead, I turned around and saw a group of very bright, cheery birches. Aha!
Where did I find the energy today? My broken kneecap has slowed me down a bit, but miraculously, it was quite a productive day. After unpacking everything I picked spent wild asters along the driveway and scattered the seeds along Scott Road. OK, OK! — I quit!
Margie Guyot Art 