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Autumn Begins Watercolor

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And so it begins…

Time cannot be undone.
And the leaves cannot go back on the trees.
But we can still move forward hand in hand with our Everlasting Father as He carries our hurts.
Amen.

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Autumn Harvest Watercolor

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There are miracles in just about everything.
For example, think of the growing process in which these gourds and pumpkin developed: From a small seed by which itself is useless, but with the right combination, a combination we cannot materialize with our own human hands….sunlight, oxygen, soil, rain, in just the right amounts… not too little, not too much, can produce the most amazing fruits. Those fruits are beneficial to us, to nourish us, and bless us.

I want to view everything around me as a miracle and not take anything for granted. This way of thinking kills the negativity that creeps into one’s mind. When we choose to be thankful, when we choose to think positive thoughts, we choose to have a good day.  And then guess what, somehow the day is good.

These gourds and one pumpkin gave me an overwhelming feeling of thankfulness and blessing, especially because of the company I was in, sitting with a dear friend. I painted with brush in hand and thankfulness in heart.

Rain and a Glimpse of Autumn Sketch

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08-28-2016 (Sun)
88°F
Rain. Beautiful rain.

Straight down it was…no meandering, no skewing, no divergence, no wind. Tapping on leaves in trees creates a sound as if hundreds are clapping. My spirit is clapping.

I try to hear splashes in the puddles but cannot. The clapping overtakes the moment and I get lost in the mystery of His design.

And a few more leaves change colors.

Weathered Nesting Box Watercolor

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Weathered

Shelter, the defense against elements.
From scorch of sun to bite of frost;
From blast of wind to deluge of cloudburst
This haven worn by diligence,
Protects.

Nature does not relent,
Sweet but fierce,
Power by intent.

Some say the signs are in the sky,
I say it’s from what’s left behind.

Weathered.

This watercolor was done from a picture I took a few years ago. I was struck by the story of the nest box. The elements carved out such character, that its story had to be told.

Did you know that it is a myth to take down your birdhouses for winter? Birds need protection. You should clean out the old nest, but leave the house up. Better yet, you can make or buy a roosting box and put it up for the winter.

What is the difference between a birdhouse and roost box? The roosting box has the entrance hole near the bottom to conserve heat. It also can contain pegs inside for multiple birds to roost.

Here is a link to an easy roosting box blueprint from the Washington Department of Fish & Wildlife, if you would like a nice weekend project.

Rainy Autumn Morning Watercolor

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Raindrops pummeling onto the concrete outside my window awakens me from a deep sleep. My eyes open, but I do not want to move. This time is to be treasured.

I will not let that voice which asks, “What time is it?”, steal this moment.
I will not let my cell phone sitting on the nightstand,  rob the rain its due.
I will not let my wandering mind kidnap my attention.
Just listen.

As if an audience is clapping their hands in great excitement, a clamor of drops fight to be individually heard.

I hear you… some high, some low.
Some clank on my window.
Some trickle down the gutter.
Some slap patio furniture.

Can raindrop sound compete with raindrop brilliance?
The few remaining leave on the tree outside my window has illuminated in its soaked state. An autumnal glow against a dark sky holds my gaze.
Leaves quickly fall like bricks, carried by a steady stream.
Just watch.

The drencher causes commotion in the air which wafts a lovely aquatic aroma to my nose. I breath it in.
Just smell.

O, how blessed is this time to be treasured!