A World Created Out Of Necessity

 A cold front came through a couple of days ago and pushed away the seering heat, and mind Altering Humidity. This morning, the air is crystal clear, And the air, Crisp and light. 

Yesterday I threw the windows open, so there was a gentle cool  breeze through the upstairs throughout the night. The dogs opted to sleep lazily on the screen porch most of the dayAs I painted in the studio.

This morning, walking out, the shifting light through the tall Oak canopy created a dancing, shifting light on the moss lawn. 

This is my playground: The angora goats loafing as the sunlight flickers across their thick fleece's; The barn cats mesmerized by an earthworm, crawling through the wet grass; The new sown mustard, turnip greens, lettuce, and kale, just peeping, chartreuse through the soil surface; The Black Java hens with chicks, softly clucking and humming as they peck and scratch in the chicken yard; The Studio waiting, with a scent of paint in the air. The painting from yesterday finished – finally, is hung on the wall.  The pallett with remaining paint waiting to be cleaned. The big unfinished painting, with some ceremony,  was removed from the wall, and clamped on the easel-A statement of finality. I have put this one off too long; I walked to the house with a basket laden with food, gathered from the garden and storage shed: Sweet potatoes, basil, eggs, a loaf of bread.

The heart, the hub of this scene – is the Quiet. 

Sitting on the porch as I write, the only sound is the wind through the great trees, a distant pileated woodpecker, and the gentle squeak of the porch swing. 

This is the world that,  one piece by one piece, was created out of necessity - For physical and emotional survival. And in so doing, it has nurtured my soul.