A tisket, a tasket,
A green and yellow basket;
I wrote a letter to my love
and on the way I dropped it.
I dropped it, I dropped it,
And on the way I dropped it.
A little boy picked it up
And put it in his pocket! (Old nursery rhyme)
I suppose I could have painted a basket full of letters as is suggested by the nursery rhyme....but with our garden producing fresh lettuce, beans, tomatoes, and cucumbers as well as herbs, and my flowers all in glorious blooms, letters in a basket were furthest from my mind. The basket of vegetables and the overturned, overflowing pot of flowers remind me of the bounty of nature right in my own back yard.
And if I am thinking of baskets, how could I not have a basket full of laundry? The smell of fresh linens and towels would top the list of my all-time favourite things. From the moment the final dregs of dirty snow melt away and the path is clear to my clothesline, to the morning the pristine frost blankets the ground once again in November or earlier, one of my greatest pleasures is to let my clothes dry in the sun or the breeze.
All baskets were inspired by the three-week Summer Faire course by Junelle Jacobson. I had to start the assignment over because I ruined the first three baskets I had painted by trying to flick some white paint on the watercolour sketches but the effect reminded me too much of snow. You will see what I mean in the little preserves basket below. It is ruined and so were the others. I should have tried the technique on some scrap pieces first. Live and learn.
Already the nights are getting cooler and some of my flowers are fading away. I will need these bright, sun filled photos to remind me of the beauty of my gardens when it turns really cold in a few months.