where does the time go and how *does* she do it?

Where does the time go? I can’t believe it’s been so long since I posted last. I have been busy, at least I think I have been, however I don’t seem to have a lot to show for all my efforts. Mostly I have been working on my garden. The growing season here in Nova Scotia is quite short and time is of the essence when it comes to getting your plants in early enough to have them develop into ripe fruit and vegetables before the first autumn frost. We built four new 8′ x 4′ vegetable beds and had to extend the fencing to enclose this and keep the chickens out. Currently I am in the process of building four more small 2.5′ x 2.5′ foot raised beds for winter squash and snap peas. So far I have in cherry tomatoes, regular tomatoes, Swiss chard, head lettuce, leaf lettuce, winter squash, watermelon, corn, asparagus, celery, snap peas, bush beans, beets and some zucchini. I will be putting in pole beans as soon as the corn is tall enough which should be in a matter of a week or two. I love gardening but it is time-consuming. The flowerbeds have needed weeding and still do although I have managed to get some done.

In other spring/summer news, we got seven new baby chicks in May, four speckled Sussex and three barred Plymouth Rock.

chicks

speckled sussex, chicks,

Trey with his new babies

Unfortunately one of the speckled Sussex died in the first week that we had it, not sure exactly what happened it just passed away one morning. I had one part Plymouth Rock that was not growing, all the others had feathered out and she still had nothing but fuzz and a couple feathers on her wings.

Plymouth rock chick, speckled sussex, failure to thrive

tiny plymouth rock chick between two chicks the same age as her.

She was smaller by quite a bit- probably less than half the size of the other chickens her age. I left them outside yesterday and sadly she did not come home at night. Perhaps it was too soon to let them out unsupervised. I know the Eagles have been circling over our property quite a bit lately. Generally, they don’t land, but perhaps one of them decided it wanted chicken McNuggets for lunch. Little Mama has also hatched out two eggs. Not sure what they will look like as they are just eggs from my 1/2 auracana and the mutt Rooster that we currently have. They sure are cute though.

Breeze has recently decided that my two year education in massage therapy must not go to waste and is demanding more than just cuddles. She wants full on chicken massage. I may have found my true calling. At one point she actually had her head laying in my hand as I worked on her neck and wings. She sure is cute in a terrifyingly demanding fluffy dinosaur descendant kind of way.

 

One of my young hens from last year was attacked by something (probably a cat) and had to be nursed back to health. She was in bad shape when I found her, she had been missing for three days and when she showed up her face was swollen and cut up and she was bald in many places and quite lame. I put her in a Rubbermaid container and kept her in my studio for two weeks so she had time to heal without the other girls pecking her. She certainly enjoyed all the special food and warmth. I have to say I didn’t appreciate her rather pungent perfume though. But I’m so glad she pulled through. She’s especially curious and friendly now after having so much one on one time in the house. So that’s the latest chicken drama.

cat attacked chicken

Looking worse for wear

In other news, I’ve recently taken up running, which I’m quite proud of. It’s another thing I always said I would never do and like the other things on that list, I’ve been forced to eat my words. I’m actually enjoying it, which quite surprises me. I’m running out on the dyke lands near Atreyu’s school after I drop him off in the morning. I first started running on the trails behind our house but one of the Nova Scotia power workers stopped to inform us that there was a mother bear with three cubs in the area and that she had just been spotted an hour ago over the hill where we run. Trey had been telling me he could hear something in the woods but I didn’t take him very seriously (although normally he doesn’t say anything like that so perhaps I should have). I’m just glad we didn’t see her. So my cousin told me about the Dyke lands and I have to say they are much nicer to run on as they are quite level, theres a cool breeze and you can see for miles.

dykes, marshland, standard poodle. nova scotia

running in the dyke land farmer’s fields.

And I’m proud to say that I am seeing progress in my cardiovascular health. Which is the main reason I wanted to start running,Β although I have to admit it would be nice to lose a few pounds. That hasn’t happened yet. Which is disappointing as I have been consistently running 3 to 5 days a week for 45 minutes for almost three months now. Initially I would walk and run. I was probably walking more than running but now I am up to running most of it with a couple short breaks to catch my breath. I am so proud πŸ™‚

poodle. nova scotia,

Beautiful morning

poodle

Rainy day walk

We had my very good friend Gabby come to visit with her three awesome children. They only stayed overnight but it was so nice to see them. I sure wish she would move to the east coast…At the very least I hope next year they can stay longer.

Glenn has been home and then back to work a few times since I posted last. Its always nice to have him home, even if it does mean my schedule gets scrambled. I don’t know how other people manage their lives so smoothly. I am in awe of women who are mothers and work outside the home and manage to present a polished face to the world. I don’t work outside the home, I only have one child (who is in school) and I feel run off my feet. I consider it a successful day if I manage to shower and make my bed…

congratulations

To be fair he has kept me quite busy over the past few years as we have struggled to help him find his place in the world. But I truly don’t know how people do it. I am so grateful for the life I do have as I don’t think I could keep my sanity and be fit to be around if I had more on my plate. For years I did work full-time and I managed somehow to keep things pulled together. But I wasn’t a Mom. I’d be a crazy, cranky Mom if I had to work full time too….

patienceAs it is, I consider it a successful day of parenting if nobody died.

 

I don’t feel like I could do it now. I just feel like my life has been one chaotic event after another and I’m not as resilient as I wish I was. I’m trying but it doesn’t come easy. I adjust to one thing and then there is another life changing event. I feel like I just suck at managing change and challenges. I better keep working on that since we are also in the planning stages of adding on to our house, once again. Mom will be moving in as soon as her house sells. I am not looking forward to the chaos of renovations, however, I am looking forward to the finished result. The house should have better flow and having mom here will be awesome. Trey is super excited. He keeps saying his dream house would have everyone living in it together. Poor child should’ve been born into a large family but I guess that kind of was the plan, it just didn’t work out that way. He so wanted siblings he tried so hard to love his stepsister even though she was going through her difficult and unpleasant teenage years and was frequently hateful to him. He doesn’t hold it against her though, he still wishes that she and her older brother were living here at home with us.

Creatively I have been painting just not finishing a whole lot. I stalled on my last piece I posted about as I couldn’t decide what to do regarding putting a quote on the painting or not. I had a quote in mind however I was nervous as my hand lettering is not that good. Perhaps the suggestion to leave it as is and make prints with a quote on them is wisest. I have been trying to get into the studio for at least two hours every day to work on my art. I know once I get in the studio I always enjoy myself and the time passes without me noticing however it’s hard to get there some days when you know seeds need to be planted, dishes need to be washed, laundry needs folding, and you want to take the dog for a run, etc, etc… I know it’s all about priorities and as Melissa Dinwiddie (http://melissadinwiddie.com/) and Corey Huff (http://theabundantartist.com/) stress; you have to put your art first if you want to be successful. So here are some pictures of some work that is in progress in the studio right now. Some of the pieces are closer to completion than others but I thought I should post something since it has been so long.work in progress, painting, crow

painting in progress, crow

early stage of painting in progress

crow, raven, painting

in progress

raven in oak tree

getting close to being done

raven, oak tree

I’m curious about the people who might be reading this, do you struggle with making your art (or dreams)a priority? Do you have a studio in your house? Or is it away from home? I would think having a studio away from my house would probably mean I would get more work done. Perhaps I will be able to manage that someday. In the meantime tell me how do you do it? How do you manage to get everything done in the run of the day? Is it easy for you? Or do you struggle as well?

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9 thoughts on “where does the time go and how *does* she do it?

  1. Hi Tina! I love your new works in progress and I love to hear all about your chickens and garden. I’m in the same boat as you, gardening wise. I’d have to say that gardening and painting are on equal grounds. I don’t know what I’d do without either one. Gardening takes over in the spring and summer, much like it has for you. I don’t think I’ve painted anything since April actually. Yikes, I just did the math on that!

    I think if I had a studio away from home, I probably wouldn’t get much done there! I’m loving that cartoon about patience. I understand where you’re coming from for sure. With an active 8 year old myself it seems I am always getting this, watching that, fixing, cleaning, folding, washing, picking up, turning off… it goes on and on… but I guess that’s how it’s supposed to be. They won’t be so reliant on us before we know it, and we’ll probably miss it. Congratulations on taking up running. That’s great, I’m impressed. If you ever see me running, you better run too! LOL… the only time I run is if there’s a fire or someone is chasing me with an axe! (or maybe a mama bear and cubs!) πŸ˜‰

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  2. brad young's art

    Ha! Hey, that chalkboard sign made me laugh, may I sketch that? Brad

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  3. For starters- I don’t know how YOU do it all. Such lovely friends plus nursing chickens back to health and growing your own vegetables. That’s a job. It’s called “farmer”! Ha! Amazing. And on running, I always gain weight when I’m running more (and I’ve run about 5 times a week every day since I was about 21.) You’re growing muscles and your increasingly healthy body is saying, “Feed me. Feed me.” Also, I know that my greedy brain says, “Hey. You ran. Have that chocolate! Live a little!” So there’s that. Lastly. The art. Love the work you’re doing now. I like the incorporation of text; it feels dreamy, mystical. With such refined painting and the aged text I can almost picture a layer of encaustic with a collaged feather or simple line drawing etched on the top layer as a way of creating even more imagined space. But I live with an encaustic painter and I’m a collager, so I’m likely projecting! (Side note: friends of mine have a store on Etsy called Otisrein. The crow is their thing. You might enjoy seeing the different mediums they work in.) Paint on!

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  4. I have such a complete and heartwarming picture of the life you lead day to day because of this post. I’m enjoying my image of you working in your vegetable beds with dirt under your fingernails and a smile on your face, of you concentrating on your art, of you exercising your heart as you run, of you massaging a chicken, of you trying to preserve time for your creativity, of you facing the frustrations I, too have faced. Thank you for inviting your readers into your life so openly.

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  5. I used to run about forty miles a week and I miss those days. During my year in Afghanistan, ’11-’12, I walked ten to twelve miles a day (wearing ankle weights–not really good for the joints, but if you’re careful, they do add a lot to the efforts. And no, I do not recommend them. I just tend to over-do everything I do.) People who have known me call me “All or Nothing Lance” and I have to admit that is accurate.
    πŸ˜‰
    Love seeing your work and reading about your life experiences. Thanks for sharing.
    Cheers,
    -Lance
    πŸ™‚

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  6. I have trouble getting into the studio too! I love painting, but actually unlocking the door (it’s locked because i have young kids) and going in there is the biggest barrier. I really like the artwork you posted,

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  7. Just popped by when I saw you had a blog as well! Great work. I love, love, love your crow painting! It’s so beautiful!

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