There is something so peaceful about a breezy summer day, the sound of children playing, a dog barking in protest somewhere in the distance and the gentle flapping of laundry hanging on the line.
I’ve been doing a laundry line series for quite a few years now and it sells really well. A lot of people use these paintings to cheer up their laundry rooms, or their living spaces. They have even been hung in nurseries. They have such a fun, whimsical feel about them and they always remind me of summer.
It’s really hot here today, plus 40 with the humidity and as a Canadian I am just not used to this kind of heat. All the fans in the house can’t seem to cool me off and at night I lie awake until I finally give up and come work on the computer. At least it’s quiet, my kids aren’t asking for a snack or Popsicle every five minutes. And when I’m lucky a small breeze will carry through the window, causing shivers.
Last night, around 2am as I sat adding new listings to one of my sites I could hear this heart wrenching low scream. At least that’s how it sounded in the dead of night, like someone was tearing their heart out and offering it to the gods. My hair stood on end and I realized the only light I had on was my computer screen. Have you ever tried looking into the darkness after gazing into a bright light? As my eyes adjusted I could see shadows lurking everywhere and the low growls and distant screaming seeping in through my open windows. It spooked me; I all but ran to my room, dove under the covers as close to my husband’s sweaty body as I could get and made myself invisible. Remember the “if I can’t see them, they can’t see me” mentality when you were a kid? It still works sometimes. Turns out though, the screaming type sounds I was hearing, coyotes in the farm field and my over active imagination. Oh and maybe I could blame it on the heat….
Today is my birthday. Today I turned 42. In the past few years, the days leading up to my birthday bring a tiny bit of sadness. I don’t like that I am getting older, especially when I still feel so young. I see a few wrinkles now and dread someday not recognizing myself in the mirror.
This morning my nine year old son woke me up with hugs and birthday wishes. I left the bed he was snuggled into to use the bathroom. When I came back he said to me “you’re beautiful”. It made me laugh. So he says, “you are, you still have that makeup on from last night, your hair is all over the place and big and there’s that little curl hanging down, you look beautiful”. Right there, the best birthday present EVER. Little did he know how much his words meant, today of all days.
Today is Canada’s 146th birthday. I feel thankful to live in this beautiful country and proud that the men and women (including my own dad) who have served our country in the past and the present have kept us safe and fought for our freedom. I feel especially proud knowing my son is one of those young men and although I miss him on this Canada Day I know he is living his dream of serving his country and helping others.
I love to bring beauty into the world through my art, my son and his colleagues help to bring peace and there is such a profound beauty in that.
So Happy Canada Day to my son and all those that serve their country.