Red Dirt Farm and Studio

What a week – you too?

Highs and lows and I’m not just talking about the weather.

This week in our neck of the woods we had an earthquake, flooding rains, high winds, gloriously warm temperatures followed by plummeting temperatures.

Photojournal of my week.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 I opened the windows wide to let those warm breezes in and to freshen up the house from stale stuffy winter.  Little Miss Bee, quickly found her way through the open window and made herself at home in the dog bed, on the furniture, the kitchen table and all sorts of places one should not have a chicken.

My friend and I went on an outing at the local thrift store, where I purchased a wood head and footboard for just a few dollars. I said I was going to paint a farm sign on it.  My friend agreed it sounded like a good project.  That was two years ago.  These past two years the bed has been stored away in the barn among my million and one other someday projects.  A professionally painted sign simply isn’t in the budget, and quite frankly even if it was I’m not sure I would want a new sign.  I much prefer recycling old stuff.  This week after applying a base coat of paint, I started hand lettering the headboard.  I’m really slow and don’t have the steadiest of hands.  Occasionally a chicken or a cat jumps up in the middle of my work and I have to stop and feed them or cuddle them. No, I did not measure my spacing – I’m an eyeballing it type girl.  It is coming along though, and no worries to professional sign painters out there – your job is safe, I’m no threat!

I had an appointment in the big city this week, so while there I treated myself to a shopping adventure at a craft store, purchased the latest copy of In her Studio, magazine followed by lunch at my favorite Thai restaurant.  I had Thom Kha soup and mixed vegetable and shrimp tempura.  Exquisite.

We had the equivalent of a home invasion this week, a hawk got inside one of the coop runs and killed one of our girls.  Words can not cover the extent of my guilt and grief at her loss.

I delivered a few of my potted bulbs to the local gift shop in Palmyra this week.  Holding my breath that these little babies will be appreciated and will sell.

I have been doing some bird sketches with colored pencil on vintage book paper.  I love working with old paper, but it is quite fragile.  I managed to rip through the paper in a few spots while filling in the details.  I have applied light layers of Gesso, for my next attempt, to see if that presents a bit more stable area before I sketch.  I just did some light coats, hoping to maintain the look of the original print.

Signs of spring are slowly emerging and Mr. Red Dirt has been busy trimming and cleaning up winter debris.  We have been talking about garden plans and new areas of tilling.  Always a favorite subject of mine.

Next week I’m taking a business class, YAWN.  I’ll be praying to the God of Patience to bestow upon me an extra dose.

Tonight Mr. Red Dirt is taking me out to our favorite restaurant – The Bavarian Chef.  Such a treat for us, as we rarely dine out, we will be celebrating my new number – 57, which will arrive Sunday morning at 10:19 am.

I hope you all had a lovely week.

 

until next time,

xo Kim