Yesterday was my day to paint with Southern Colours and we had planned a plein air day at a little park not far from St. Stephens. The weather forecast was severe weather and so most of them were planning to paint at Kudzu since the St. Stephens was having services. A few of us were really wanting to paint outside so I thought I'd see how it was at Briscoe Park under a pavilion... not too bad, but then the weather started looking better and I thought the little park by St. Stephens would probably be okay too.Saturday, April 11, 2009
Plein-aire by the lake in stormy weather...
Yesterday was my day to paint with Southern Colours and we had planned a plein air day at a little park not far from St. Stephens. The weather forecast was severe weather and so most of them were planning to paint at Kudzu since the St. Stephens was having services. A few of us were really wanting to paint outside so I thought I'd see how it was at Briscoe Park under a pavilion... not too bad, but then the weather started looking better and I thought the little park by St. Stephens would probably be okay too.Sunday, April 5, 2009
My What a Day! Bitter with the Sweet
I have so many things to tell you today I don't know where to start! First of all.... the big 60 is tomorrow.... the BITTER; but my goodness the SWEET WAS INCREDIBLE!
As Terry and I got there, my grandson, Michael was playing ball with Becky's son Alex and grandson Maddox. Just what I thought... a family party which I thought was terrific. So I go into the backdoor and in Becky's kitchen (I think they were singing) bunches of people. I saw Diana, Ron and Beth then realized it was Southern Colours; and other friends and family... a huge crowd. I couldn't believe that they were all there for me! I had a fabulous time with family and such SPECIAL FRIENDS. I got some pretty special presents too, it is pretty SWEET to be 60 and know that people really do care about you. Or was it the food... that was pretty good too and Becky always has everything to perfection. She is a really special sister... wouldn't take anything for her. From many metal pieces,
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Our New Gate!

Terry decided we would finally replace the old red gate (it's laying on the ground on the right) with a new wood/metal gate. He needed a new project and we needed a new gate since the old one was rusting out.
He has been working on a design for a few weeks and so we went to Home Depot last week and purchased the initial materials for him to build with. I like this design best with the upswoop top and we plan to fill the top section with metal vines.... morning glory type. I actually would have loved barbed wire with vines all over, but he is taming me some.
So I thought I would share the progress of the gate. He built it in the basement over a couple of days in the mountains without any help from me. I got to help when he had to hang it... the really hard part is where I'm needed. Worked out really good though it is straight and came together good, but he always does pretty good at what he does.
We still have alot we are going to do to the entrance and gate. The top opening in the gate will have the metal vine that I wanted and we'll have to work on that. The gate will have stone columns on either side and then a fence (like Anderson Creek's but you probably don't know what that looks like) that is black 3 horizontal slats on a 6X6 post. I think we'll either paint the gate black or dark green.
So you'll have to stay tuned to see how the gate takes shape. Right now Toby thinks that we have put him in jail!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
From fire to water...

Spring is almost here and the buds are popping out everywhere. This is my bridal wreath spirea that was catching the light through the dew. This reminded me of a poem I'd written a while ago.
Loving
Loving isn't always easy and as we think it ought to be. Sometimes it teaches us and shows us things we don't want to see.
Loving is protecting the ones that we hold dear, yet loving is releasing them so they too can learn to care.
Like sunshine to the wintered branch it slowly starts to grow; buds hidden deep within ... no life for us to see.
But wait and God will rain on it and soon the bud appears, tiny, fragile, full of life but it doesn't stop here.
The sun must keep on shining and not without the rain a beautiful fragrant flower will bloom, evidence our God is near.
Loving can't be put in words it's something you know and feel, trust that when we give our love others will see it's real.
And know that love abounds in God and not in our own strength and through the perfect love of God together we can be.
The bud might still be within the trunk hidden from our view, but winter is almost over the light is shining through. Warming in the love of God, our faith in Him is true.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Alex and his first fire
This is a picture of Alex, my nephew and Becky's oldest son. He decided not too long ago that he would become a volunteer fireman. He lives in Big Canoe in Dawson county so a volunteer fireman is a good thing to do. You don't realize how important they are until you have a place in a rural area where there isn't a fire station close by. My experience with fires in rural areas happened many years ago after we had our place in Ellijay. We were visiting our neighbors out at the end of our dirt road. Junie and Willard Mooney, at that time, over 50 year old brothers, who were also twins but looked absolutely nothing alike. We were sitting in Willard's front yard talking about gardens and hearing tales of when they were young. Willard's house was an old wooden frame house, just two rooms with a wood burning kitchen stove. All of a sudden we heard a telephone ring, this was a real shock, since we didn't have a phone in the mountains. Willard jumped up to answer the phone and it was another neighbor calling to tell him there was a fire down by the Arnold's house. Our house at that time was the cabin sitting down by the road, we'd go there every Friday evening and return back home to Snellville on Sunday evening. Well we jumped up and took off back to our cabin... hoping that it would not be on fire, worried to death about our dog that we had left inside.
When we got back to the cabin it was all fine, but the field up on Bucktown Road was burning very quickly. The pasture grass that had not been cut was dry and brittle so that the fire was moving along the grassy cleared stretch between the creek and the road towards our front pasture and cabin. You immediately feel a little panic when you see the fire coming towards your property. Kevin, who owned the property next to ours had been burning brush and cleaning up when the fire got away from him. He had driven to the nearest neighbor to call for help. Kevin also didn't live on the property but would just come up to target practice and get away from the City. He didn't have a cabin but would occasionally tent camp at his place. Terry got the tractor and began cutting the edge of the field by our front pasture to knock down the grass so it would not allow the fire to spread as quickly. What was so amazing to us at the time, were all of the volunteers. Neighbors from all over the area began arriving to help put out the fire, along with the old fire truck from the station that was at Big Creek, quite a long ways away. People were beating out the fire with branches and the ground was soon just blackened with the fire all put out.
Times have changed quite a bit since then, 25+ years brings about alot of changes. Now the volunteer firemen go to school and become certified, trained to do that important job of putting out fires. You don't realize how important that is until you are experienceing a fire. Especially in the mountains where the water is pumped out of the creek nearby... not connecting the hose to the nearby fire hydrant.
I look at Alex and I can still see that little boy that would play with my boys... now they are all grown up, turned into men. Work for Alex is computers, software, programming and all of the analytical stuff that goes with it; but who would know that if there is a fire near Big Canoe he will be out there helping to put out the fire and the destruction that goes with it.
Thanks Alex... love your Aunt Sally...
Monday, February 9, 2009
Great News!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The Only Difference Between Men and Boys....
erries, my lemon yellow daylilies, or even the hosta right next to the house. The underbrush is just mountain laurel that blooms in the spring and jillions of little pines that jump to a foot tall before you can turn around good, but Terry loves digging it all up with the good old Ford 1910 with front-end loader that he would love to trade in for a newer, bigger model. He really needs it to do all
the jobs around the house. Michael, our Grandson has even put in some good plugs for how much he needs a new tractor. 
My tasks... we just don't have any fun toys to do our jobs. Just stop and think about it. Is a vacuum fun?
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friends...
Linda had told me how good the Plein Air Painters of Georgia show at the Quinlan was, so we were going to see it. We started our day out at the Quinlan. It is really a wonderful show, they all out did themselves with their paintings. The Quinlan is such a pretty space now and they were decorating for a wedding reception. The beautifully decorated tables with calla lilies and lace tablecloths just added to the whole ambiance of the gallery. I know the people at the reception will really enjoy the paintings. If you're in the area of Gainesville, stop by the Quinlan, you'll love seeing the show.

In Gainesville and Dahlonega it is so sad to see so many places struggling for business. I guess it is really everywhere, hope the economy begins to pick up soon. Seems like everywhere they need a boost.Paintings, fruit and flowers....
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Persimmon, a very strange fruit...
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Happy New Year!
Well it seems like 2008 just flew by, I guess it was the year of the good, bad and ugly. The good was Terry is retired and we are kind of foot loose and fancy free. I really enjoyed having him around more and going to the mountain house more. The bad was Terry had rotator cuff surgery on the other shoulder. And the ugly... well I guess the stock market was really ugly... don't like to think about that. So I think we are all ready for a New Year, starting fresh again.
I have been doing some little encaustics. Just little 5 X 7's that shouldn't take long but you can fool around with them experimenting with color and textures. Texture is one of my favorite things. When I look at these little paintings I'm probably way to textured with them. I might try putting some of the XD Damar Medium on top of them and see if that settles them down a little. I need to concentrate on making these small ones more simple with just a few shapes. I know what I need to do, but it is hard to make myself do it.Have a wonderful New Year... Sally






