Tackle box therapy 

Hi Everyone,

How have you been? We have had one of those weeks where almost every day has been packed full. Monday and Tuesday seemed to have been winter’s last rally, complete with snow on Tuesday. Thankfully it looks like we have entered true Spring now. 

I’m going to keep this short today. Last night I picked my son up at the airport and he will be in for a few days visit as well as my daughter, son-in-law and that soon to be spoiled grandbaby. We keep getting more and more depressing news about my Dad’s health so the visits will be a bright spot this week. Needless to say, I’m going to spend every possible minute with family for the next few days. Tomorrow Miss L. has a color run and immediately after that my bonus daughter has a horse show. Sunday we all converge at my parents’ for food, fun and baby spoilage.

This week has been a continuation of the never ending cleaning, decluttering and packing up. We are reaching crunch time now that prime house selling season is upon us. The other day during my storage unit cleaning, I unearthed an old “friend”.  This fishing tackle box started holding my art supplies way back in high school. It was then a constant companion in college as I hauled drawing pencils and charcoal back and forth from art classes to dorm room. At some point I moved on to art supplies that no longer fit in this simple box. Airbrushes, tubes of paint, cameras, COMPUTERS were all too big. 


It’s funny how at this time of major downsizing in my life, my tackle box reappeared just when I needed it. In a couple of weeks I am going to have to find a place to hide my art supplies at a calls notice. My paints and canvas have been packed up and are soon heading to the same storage unit my tackle box lived in. I will be down to just pencils, pastels and paper that can easily be tucked away. It’s crazy to get excited over finding this simple, super efficient, portable box, but it solved a major problem of how to wrangle my supplies in a stressful situation. Divine intervention. Therapy in a tackle box…that does not include cleaning fish! 

Here is this week’s work in progress. I’m trying to draw fog. It’s a challenge. 


I’m off to make coffee for the “boy”. Have an awesome week! 

We now interrupt this art for…

Knowing that I will still be exhausted from vacation (when you see my vacation photos in my next post you will know why) I thought I would go ahead and schedule one more ahead of time to give myself a recovery week.

Spring is my favorite season because I have survived another winter, but Summer is my second favorite because of….

bb and beanscukes garden squash

Summertime is a constant juggling of work, art, gardening, canning, EATING, travel, cooking, EATING, etc.  The garden is hot, dirty, back breaking work every year and somewhere in the middle of it I wonder why I do it.  Then on one of these mornings,

morning when it’s not too hot yet and all I can hear is a rooster crowing or a dog barking and the birds singing I remember.  It’s peaceful in the garden.  You can’t rush tying up the tomato vines or picking the beans because you will damage the plants.  The dirt smells good and so do the vegetables. Nothing, NOTHING, tastes as good as a ripe tomato you just picked and eat warm right beside the vine it came off of. No bread or mayo necessary.

Then again in the middle of February, when I am just sure that Spring will never arrive, I can make a blackberry cobbler, remember that hot afternoon picking the blackberries and taste Summer again.