Sunday Morning


The robins and other birds are chirping away off in the background as I sit here and slowly sip away on a cuppa Kona.  I made a mental note of everything that’s still laying here on the table from yesterday afternoon.  There’s a tape measure that I got out to take some measurements out on the deck and I still haven’t put it away.  I have an idea for a stand made out of cedar so I have a place for my herbs only it’s gonna be a bit delayed for right now.

I twisty is laying here from my ear phones.  Miss Lily would have a field day with this if she knew it was up here.  No, she’s not supposed to be on the table but I’m sure she has a nice perch to sit on when I head off to bed at night.  Cats don’t follow instructions very well.

I have a pad laying here reminding me of a doctor’s appointment next month.  I hate those things.  My doctor always says something along the lines of “Well you know you’re getting older …“.

I need to go change clothes and head off to my store of dreams.  My water softener needs salt and my new garden beds need some manure.  That and I have to seat that one last bed some time today while I’m working out there.  But I think I’ll have another cup of coffee first and drink in another warm Spring morning.

God I’m so glad winter is done.

Art Sunday #70: Helen McNicoll – Marketplace


Helen Galloway McNicoll (14 December 1879 – 27 June 1915) was a Canadian impressionist painter.

McNicoll was born in Toronto to an affluent family. Her parents were David McNicoll and Emily Pashley.  McNicoll became deaf in early childhood due to scarlet fever, and as a result, focused her energies on playing the piano and developing a keenly observant eye. As a young woman, she attended the Art Association of Montreal, beginning her studies under William Brymner in 1899. In 1902, she moved to England to study in London at the Slade School under Philip Wilson Steer. At the Slade, students were encouraged to paint en plein air. Later, McNicoll studied in St Ives, Cornwall with Algernon Talmadge, where she met Dorothea Sharp, a fellow artist who became a lifelong friend. McNicoll and Sharp traveled together to France and Italy [2] sharing studio space, and posing for each other’s paintings.