Garden
OF FIG TREES AND PARAPLEGIC RABBITS
“HARVEY” Harvey came to live with us a few years ago, claiming his spot in the jungle of our back yard, with long ears peeking over a small azalea bush which refused to bloom, and giving Charlie something else to worry about in the garden. Harvey had an insouciant air about him which belied his […]
MILESTONES
A quiet place to sit in the corner of the yard. I’m not sure that there is a word such as “dailyness” to describe how people run their everyday activities. I suppose “routine” is a better word. Things change with the years. When you are working for someone else your time schedule operates on their […]
DON’T BE FOOLED BY BEAUTY
You can’t trust beauty; we bought a beautiful Pink Lady apple tree a year or so ago purely on the grounds of beauty, and thinking it would get along well with the Golden Delicious. Maybe a nice combination for pie. It has proven to be untrustworthy in all respects. The first year it had 2 […]
A NEW FOOTPRINT
“Tulips” watercolor painting by kayti sweetland rasmussen I don’t remember the painting I first showed for the public amusement, but it was likely a landscape daubed out in oils. Possibly 38 years ago a small group of us asked the owner of a neighborhood tennis shop if we could set up a display of our […]
LOOKS LIKE ANOTHER DAY WITHOUT SNOW, RAIN OR SLEET
“Paper Narcissus” original watercolor by kayti sweetland rasmussen I don’t know why it is surprising to see sunshine–other than a few drops to wash off the dust yesterday, sunshine is a cash crop here in California. There is no negotiating with Nature. My motto, adopted from baseball player Ernie Banks, former shortstop for the Chicago […]
EVOLUTION OF A GARDEN
“Sachi” watercolor painting by kayti sweetland rasmussen The Japanese period began with teaching my Campfire Girls troop about children’s holidays in Japan. There were many little Japanese friends while growing up in Long Beach, California, and it was fun to hear about “Girls and Boys Day celebrations. When a CampFire Girls troop opened up it […]
