Soft breezes with high humidity, the shade of the porch balmy, fresh scent of warming flowers and their perfume, I bring some figs outdoors to sketch. In between glazes, I start the preparations for fig jam.
As the day grows into its scorching afternoon lethagy, I finish my sketch and return to the air conditioning and a kitchen I'll heat up with boiling jam. Still, after such a long, late, busy week, this quiet moring with time to sit, sketch, share a recipe with my daughter, and relax, is a gift of grace -- deeply appreciated and gratefully relished -- along with the cut figs of my sketch!
5 comments:
Did you hear me sigh Lin? Your words described such a tranquilt scene. And I love the sketch!!
What a lovely entry, Miss Lin...you DO have a way with words as well as with art. I'm certainly not surprised you're a writer...
Lin, your talents never cease to amaze me! Thanks for sharing
Softly (and beautifully) rendered figs to go with the soft breezes.
oh yum!! i love figs - perfect breakfast teamed with soft cheese and bread. Great illustration!
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