... and on the seventh day she painted.

And it was good.

In The Studio

I'm working again.
Something deep and visceral within me is turning,
something large and choking has shifted,
edges crumbling.
Pools of turquoise feel sacred and the counting of marks the most holy prayers.
I can barely talk about it yet
so
instead I'll feel it out in brushstrokes.

News Flash

Well the numbers are in and we have two ladies about to get jammy!

Miss Gamebred

and

Miss Artist in the Arctic

I'll be emailing you both for addys here in just a moment...

Now just to be perfectly clear, I am generally not above being bribed, especially when said bribe contains berries, BUT, not here and not now.  So for your viewing boredom, here are the screen shots from the most random number generator of all.

JUST to be clear.

NOW,

on to the news flash...

This morning I awoke to this photo in my email inbox.  One of these babies will be coming home with us in approximately eight weeks.  PUPPIES!  I could eat them up with a silver spoon and a dollop of cream!

From the month we first brought Sancho home, BC and I have talked about a second dog.  After loads of research reading and in the flesh (i.e. after falling in love with a couple at the dog park) we decided on a doberman as the perfect companion for us and our boxer.  Last month when I was down in the San Francisco area, I met with a breeder we had talked extensively with online, met his dogs, and generally fell in love.  And then last night, our little girl was born.

I can wait to sniff her toes and nibble on her ears!

EEK!

~ Umber ~

*A side note, because the subject of buying from a breeder vs. adopting is a very sensitive issue.  We have debated hugely on this issue before settling on both of our pups and both times have come to this conclusion:  There are thousands of animals that desperately need adoption and thousands of irresponsible breeders (too often supported by irresponsible buyers).  We have viewed our choice in this similarly to buying organic and local foods.  We took our time and found breeders who are beyond responsible in their breeding programs (extensive health testing, training, working, showing, etc.) and even further beyond passionate about their dogs and decided that THAT was how we wanted to vote with our dollars.  Supporting people who are doing right by their dogs, those living creatures, who are breeding with love and education, who are care far more about their animals that just making a buck.  These are the people and this is the action we want to support.  And so we will.  Thanks for hearing me out on this one! *

What's Black and Red and Spread All Over?

THIS JAM, that's what is!

(seriously, LOOK at that color! swoonterific!)

This weekend I truly broke in my new gas range with a batch of the season's first jams: Strawberry-Blackberry to be exact.

The strawberries hail from my favorite vendors at the farmer's market: A young couple, 35 at the most, the very definition of earth sprites.  She has long ringlets of strawberry-blond hair and a smile like Mother Nature herself.  Last year as spring progressed into autumn, she would weigh out my potatoes and lettuces with a gentle hand on her growing belly.  This year she has a beautiful blonde boy permanently strapped to her chest but she mans the scale as deftly as ever.  Her partner looks a bit like Moses, long curls and a bushy beard with a constant wide grin.  We chat about the brussel sprouts and his uncle's plum orchard (last year I made the most heart-stoppingly delicious jam from those plums, this year the crop was too small to bring to market and I almost cried).  They gush over squash blossoms and always throw an extra head of garlic in the bag with a wink.  Their berries are the sweetest at the market, and I'm constantly suckered into giving them all my cash for whatever they may have harvested that morning.

The blackberries hail from the southern fence-line of my property, starting approximately 12 feet from the laundry room door.  Between the songbirds, the pup, and myself, we're working hard on snapping up every plump black globe but the bushes just keep coming.  Prolific!  I think I'll need to make up a cobbler this week, "need" being the key term.  I've always had a love affair with blackberries, stemming from hot summer nights kayaking down rivers, filling milk jugs with the fruit that overhangs the water's edge.  I imagined myself a doe, plucking berries delicately with my teeth while teetering on skinny legs. 

All of this to say,
I made TWO jars for you!

Organic Strawberries.
Wildcrafted Blackberries.
Organic Unbleached Sugar.
And a little bit of magic earth fairy dust thrown in for good measure.

All you need do is leave me a comment below and cross your fingers tight!  I'll draw two names from the proverbial hat sometimes on Wednesday August 10th and ship-shape the lucky winners their jam!  Buy some bread, bake some scones or just get your spoons at the ready.

And Good LUCK to you!

P.S.

Oops.

I forgot the dish soap.  But I DID manage to find this gorgeous lady with buttercup blooms and mahogany tinted leaves.

I have a feeling ol' CC's Market is going to be a weakness of mine.