Meet Scooter. I live in his house while I'm in the U.S. He's the head of the household like most dogs are. Usually Scooter's human, Glenn, takes him for a walk and I tag along. This morning, however, Scooter and I went alone. Scooter tried to show me the usual route but I pretended I didn't know it. Instead of only walking through the first part of the woods, turning right and walking through the neighbourhood until we reach Scooter's house, I kept going. The woods continued over three roads and we just kept walking and walking until we got to the pond. The path started getting overgrown with too much vegetation so Scooter decided to turn back. I really enjoy these walks. Everything is different to what I am accustomed to. The sights, the sounds and the smells all remind me I'm far away from my usual home. The blackberries are flowering. Some of the bushes that receive more sun are already showing signs of berries growing. They are really red and need more sun to turn into their true blackberry colour and gives them their juicy sweetness. The vegetation in the woods is the brightest of green. Almost too green for my Aussie eyes that are more used to the grey/green of the Aussie bush. There are wildflowers everywhere. I know they are probably considered weeds but to me they are all wild flowers in bright yellows, delicate purples and white. I particularly liked the delicate little yellow flowers that I saw growing near an old wooden paling fence. There was that real scent of spring in the air. You know that sweet warm smell that just makes you happy to be alive? My eternal spring/summers are agreeing with me.
Once the walk was over it was back to re-stretching my paintings. I have people now. This is Glenn, my stapler guy. Part time writer, full time stapler guy hehehe. He's been a fabulous help as I was having difficulty getting the staples to go in even though I bought an electric staple gun. We are back to using a manual stapler. Glenn's stapling success helped him to show his blokey side. In true macho fashion he strutted around the yard with his chest sticking out. A bloke with his tool is a sight to behold.
My stretched paintings seem to be taking over the spare room. Little by little they are getting ready for their first American showing.