dear 918 sisters...here is the end of summer and another turn of the wheel. autumn often meant sadness for mom, with the end of visitors and family reunions and the busyness and commotion of family. back-to-school days for her children and up came the memories of deep depression, and loneliness, the harsh wisconsin winters ahead...the party is over...big sigh.
for dad i think it was a deeply rewarding time, the end of busyness and the coming of quiet, going inward, pulling out the old sweaters and rakes and cherry blend tobacco and pipe. i remember him smiling to the skies in the back yard with his red knit sweater on and the sweet smell from the pipe blending with the autumn leaves and fresh air is with me in the fall.
well, 918, i might not be able to participate as fully for a couple of months because the computer will not be as available to me, but i have to say what a pleasure it has been to read your posts and see your pictures...immensely enjoyable. i wish poet would share more of her wonderful self in this blog, and i wish S enjoyed being a part of this but...all is perfect in the way of it...as is.
this is a painting of enjah's of botz in 1975 when i joined her in portland. beautiful isn't it?
love, b
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I don't remember painting this image of you, Botz! I think it is a lovely painting,truly. Better than some later paintings of mine, in fact! Thank you for retrieving it and posting it.
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