Mon Bouquet du Jour

Rose dal mio Giardino per voi

Roses from my Garden ... for you

Roses, Salpiglossis and Anenomies

I'm still painting, for another two weeks.
Want to see?

Have a great weekend my Dear Blogging Friends.

I'll be checking in, now and then.

Gina

Mon Bouquet du Jour

Mein Wochenende Strauss

Painting is going well, kiln firing is going well...need to continue painting but wanted to check in and wish you a wonderful weekend.

This little Ladybug has changed colors to fit into its Tarahumara Sunflower environment,  that is what I'm doing, disappearing from blogging...but only for a  little while.

My garden is bursting with flowers and vegetables.

Have a great weekend, my dear Blogging Friends.

Gina

Need to Paint

My Dear Blogging Friends.

I'm going to take a couple of weeks away from blogging.

I will be preparing for an Exhibit at the Springville Art Museum.

Also, I need to replenish my studio for the Annual Artist Studio Tour early next month.

I will miss you, but I will be checking in now and then.

Cheers, Gina

Mon Bouquet du jour

Mein Sonntag Blumenstrauss

Hollyhocks and Roses from my Garden 

Have a great weekend my dear Blogging Friends

Gina

Shall I show you my favorite Sweet Peas?

I love all Sweet Peas, especially the old fashioned odoratus type.

The kind that make you swoon.

Their fragrance is intoxicating, the name is 'Mollie Rilestone'. 

In a group or by itself, my favorite Sweet Pea of them all.

'Wiltshire Ripples' is a must have.

Martha Stewart made a special trip to England every year so she could have 'Ripples' growing in her garden.

Of all odoratus Sweet Peas, 'Chatsworth  Blue'  has the most intense perfume.

You will find all of the above and many more at Thompson & Morgan Seeds

Gina

I want to keep them

But so does my client

My hand painted tiles, just out of the kiln this morning

I have a rod iron table which needs a few tiles

Yes, I painted them but now they don't belong to me anymore

That reminds me of a story

A story about a bicycle, a bicycle I almost owned when I was eight years old

We were refugees from East Prussia,

(part of Germany before WW II).

We had very little.  Certainly not extra money for a bike.

I knew that I would never have a bicycle

But one evening, at the dinner table, my Father told me that he had a 50/50 chance of getting a bicycle for me.   I really, really wanted one.  What eight year old wouldn't? 

He had asked the man, with the beautiful bicycle,  if he would give it to him.  The man said NO.

 

I was disappointed in my Dad for telling this not so funny story. 

I've had fancier bikes but this is my favorite, the kind of bike an eight year old would have loved to own. 

So, why don't I just paint a few more tiles.  My very own tiles for my rod iron table. 

Gina  

Note: All ceramics hand painted  by Gina