Hi. I'm a painter, a writer and a mother of three teenage sons, one with a severe disability. This is a journal: riotously disorganized, full of art, food, children and everyday domestic events. Unless you are a friend or family member you may not be interested, but you are welcome to look. Artists who are parents may find some common ground here, as well as parents of children with special needs. For art only, see my site: nancybeamiller.blogspot.com
Friday, September 15
BRIGHT FLOWERS
The farm I have shares in sent us a bag of nasturtium blooms along with the usual tomatoes and spinach etc. Obviously they were meant for salad garnishing, but I am afraid I didn't use them for their intended purpose. I LOVE nasturtiums and grow them and paint them frequently, and I appreciate everything about them, except their taste. It is not the peppery flavor that I dislike but the watery "green" chlorophyll flavor that goes along with it. But as Emerson said, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, then beauty is its own excuse for Being.
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