colorwithjane

thoughts about life, art and color


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Now you see it, then you don’t

DSC_0005  This was last week in the garden. Times have changed dramatically in one short week.

DSC_0001  This was the morning fog a few days ago begging you to peek and see what’s under that heavy mist.

20151109_092656  This was this morning’s frost.

The characteristics of fall are encompassing, softly bringing introspection, showing off its in your face color while quickly becoming sparse signaling that the end is near. The garden is like an old friend saying goodbye but that you’ll see again someday. It shows the beauty of time gone by while making us think about the winter that’s coming.

DSC_0045  20151109_092550  Faces that were hidden all summer peeking out now from behind the branches.

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Have a good week!


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It’s September?

Where did this summer go? Tomorrow is September 1 – really? The kids are back in school, days are shorter, and plants are dying back.  Simultaneously, some are so full they resemble children in the back seat of a car trying to claim their own space, “he’s touching me”. I fondly remember those days. So many of us say to our children and grandchildren as they are approaching life milestones such as first grade, graduation, college, marriage – “I can remember holding you when you were just a baby” –  so bittersweet. Time does seem to go by quickly, and already I’m realizing I’ll be missing the garden in the not too distant future.  I remember when you were just a mere seedling. He-he!

Have a good week.

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Family, Hard Work, & Memories…and did I mention hard work?

I have been going to the farmers’ market since I was a small child, as long as I can remember. I get so excited every time pulling into the parking lot. I love the smells, seeing the new purveyors, reassured when I see the old standbys, waiting for the horn to blow, and most of all, knowing we’ll be eating what is now considered quite chic – farm to table. Where have you all been?

I grew up in the city and I do mean, right smack dab in the center of the city. No rolling hills, no green grass, no flowers, none of that good stuff growing around us. We were surrounded by the landscape of Pittsburgh, better known as Belgian block. But, I was raised by my grandmother who came here from “the old country” so she only knew fresh or “putting up” for winter. For you newbies, that means canning. I learned to respect food at a very early age. Enter the hard work from my side. It’s really hot and tiring standing over a steaming pot after picking through, peeling, cutting, and prepping produce all day, actually a lot of hot summer days.

But this post is to show you a little from the production side of this process; again, stressing family, hard work, and I’m guessing, a lot of memories. I contacted Janoski’s Farm because I LOVE the aesthetics of how they display their produce, bushels, and baskets of bounty. Everything is lined up perfectly straight, ever so neat, piled so high you wonder how it stays balanced. They agreed to permit me to come into their space to photograph and I had the pleasure of meeting Mrs. Janoski, the matriarch of this hard working, proud family. She is such a pleasant and lovely woman and was kind enough to tell me about her husband, who recently passed, and her children and grandchildren who have been taught how to continue working their farm for posterity and for you and me. Besides the pride showing in the way everything is displayed, the way they work together while unloading is a beautiful choreographed dance. The family and workers move in unison, everyone knowing their part; step left, step right, bend, turn now, repeat. It was beautiful. I’m guessing everyone is tired at night’s end so, again, family, memories, and of course, hard work.

I prepped what I purchased that night and I’m going back to Janoski’s next week to get my tomatoes for canning. No matter how tired and hot I get, those memories of working side by side with my grandmother keep me smiling while I’m making new memories with my family. Maybe that’s why I love the farmers’ market so much. It’s like going home. Treat yourself, go to the market.

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The Best Laid Plans

plan aI have been working on a project, a book titled The Joymaker Garden, and I have been having a hard time staying on task. It’s a very personal project (more info on that later) and maybe that’s why it’s so difficult, but I needed to find a vehicle to help me to stay motivated and focused. I’m very good at sorting paper clips so I had an idea. I remembered a book, Make Something 365 by Noah Scalin. The basic concept is to choose a subject, visit it daily for 365 days and document your work. You can grow your creativity, stay focused on your theme or do with it what you will but truly examine your subject. It can be broken down however you choose and I chose to photograph a garden throughout the seasons, 365 days, to stay focused on my priority, the book. The Joymaker Garden is a book that relates the life of a very special child to the seasons of a garden so one year seems like an appropriate time frame.

Enter the best laid plan. My plan was to take my daily photographs and then post in a weekly slideshow format. I can’t figure out how to make that slideshow happen so instead of turning this into a paper clip project, here are some of my favorite photos from this past week. And yes, even though this has been a very busy “life week”, I’ve finally gotten back to work on the primary project – The Joymaker Garden. Thanks for visiting, wish me luck, and maybe I’ll come and take some photos of your garden while I’m working on this project.

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Neglect

weedsGardens need to be tended and fed to grow and be healthy; just like us. If we leave them too long without caring for them, weeds pop up – pretty quickly, and BOOM, all those pretty flowers don’t have the space to bloom. They get choked out or they go dormant. The same happens with people and families. We have to love each other AND ourselves in order to grow and bloom. It takes work. Yep, that’s my shadow in my “weed bed”. I haven’t nurtured my garden or my muse for much too long. The why is a long story but the important part is it’s time to clean up and make space for my beautiful flowers. Have you hugged someone you love? Given yourself an atta girl? Nurtured your muse? Give somebody a hug, pat yourself on the back and give your muse an extra drink of water and watch and see how beautifully you are rewarded.