April so far cont...

on the Art Farm, a large portion of it is spent inside. inside from the cold, inside my head...dreaming of images, creating and inventing.

As soon as the snow melts we venture outside
not with skis but horse trailers

excited and cautious of the ever fickle mountain weather we prepare the garden yet debate the planting
                                     


this year, however, the sun came early and blessed the ground with green and buds


the air promises us a long season as we look around and assess winter's damage .( there is always alot to be done!)


and get back in the rythmn of farm life .
piglets coming soon. :)
yee haw!
 on the Art Farm, life is busy. spring and summer bring me the most joy. for it is when my dreams in paint come to life.

farm art
xo milady

Hit and Miss

Friends.. i apologize, for the hit and miss nature of this blog. I feel like i lose valuable connections just from missing a post or two. The blog is like the sun peeking through the clouds every once in a while. And its been cloudy around here!
I hope you do understand! I have so much I'd like to share with everyone. Time and Space - my fickle friends!
Oh, and the computer that continues to amaze and frustrate me with its unnatural loooooong life.

Till soon,



xo milady

Back up part 2 mini harvest




















every year there is a time when i have to let go of growing things and let them wane instead, call it a day, a truce, say goodbye to my garden. this year i planted very late hence a barely fruited crop at this inevitable juncture. the smote of frost has killed the leaves thus killing any chance of plumping up the mini zucchinis, spaceships, carrots and potatoes. I have to wave my flag and start salvaging what i can, dig the potatoes and fry up the blossoms that never amounted to a vegetable. what a bust!

the potato hunt, however, is like a treasure hunt - delicious little gems that have magically sprouted from a single potato like grapes.
xo milady
















Midsummer's Eve

Midsummer eve chores. Turning dirt, watering garden, sending aliens into black holes. For a moment the light shifts and turns on the crickets, the frog songs and bird lullabies. The air is fragrant and cool to my nose. Perfect and still.
I go to check the piglets and turn to see this: Blue on Red in Green. mmmm

then this...wherever Milady went, her lamb-dog was sure to go....

and this crappy ol wire fence so delicately strung along the back drive with weeds so lovely it makes me sigh....



Bandito wants some goodnight love, so i stop and bid him well...the sun softens still into pinks and lavender ...
telling all lits time to be still and listen to the distant night songs of trucks and tractors going to their barns

while the night pulls her dark shade up the mountain higher still

until all we see is the golden crown on red rocks and know its time to go in.


xo milady








Aliens and Spaceships


golden scalloped squash aka SpaceshipsI think Blossom may be an alien


These two are kissing
no, really.


The Aliens...aka potatoes
(notice the audience forming in the background)

"doo doo doo ...take me to your leader.."



This one has
lots of body parts"ahhh my spaceship, where is my spaceship?!"
(then non stop boy noises and alien distress.)
it all culminated in the freshly prepared bed of rich soil, taken from last year's poop and grass and folded in, shovel by shovel, to the new bed where the aliens got sucked into black holes...complete with all the sound effects.
Morgan and I gardened til it got dark. Awesome.
xo milady