Saturday, June 27, 2015


"Strange epiphanies tonight. Possibly the chardonnay. Realized how much I love this world, and especially the colour of my geraniums. Yes, okay. The chardonnay."
I WAS MAKING A BIT OF A JOKE, with me, as the joke. I had been sitting on my backyard deck enjoying the gorgeous weather with a glass of wine. I drank in the flowers, the trees,  my potted petunias and the geraniums, as much as the chard.

This post isn't about gardening, or enjoying the summer, or even imbibing a cup. It's about artistic temperament - about me as an 'artist', and the quirkiness I suspect many of you who paint, write, dance, sing, or whatever you do creatively, share with me. We're all a bit strange. I can be brought to tears over how wonderful the colour scarlet is - a red, leaning towards orange. The wine really has nothing to do with it, although it opens the flood gates a tad. I really do love the natural world. When I pause to appreciate it, I am thankful, often enough to get tight in the throat and damp in the eyes. I might even have a good cry. And not because I'm sad, but because the beauty of it strikes me to the point of being painful. It's an ache that touches in a good way. I am grateful and appreciative for experiencing the world about me, for being a part of it. That's why I write and paint. It's a joy to put paint on paper. It's a joy to colour with words.

Anyway, it's a bit embarrassing to admit, and especially to blubber over something as simple as a geranium, but if you're reading this, perhaps you can relate. If you're in this half of the hemisphere, I hope you're having a wonderful summer, and a great winter, if you're not.

- Susan.


  1. Anonymous9:18 AM

    Hi Susan,
    I just read about your Mom. I am so, so sorry. What a hell of journey for your family. Cruel is an understatement. I hope you are not offended, but thank goodness she is finally free. No one should have to go through what your family endured. Your Mother's picture looks beautiful. She was such a stylish lady--I'm sure she would have loved your choice. I lost your email, so this is the only way I have to contact you. I just want you to know you and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.
    Sending peace and comfort,
    Cousin J

  2. Hi, J. I totally agree with you - she is finally free, and for that I am grateful, as I am sure she is also. Thank you for writing. I've lost your e-mail too, but if you are on FB, please 'friend' me, and I can send you my email. It's so great to connect with you after all this time. I don't want to lose contact with you. Mom passed away last Tuesday, and we are having her memorial on Sept. 22, here in Edmonton. I hope you are well.Thank you for your kind thoughts.