Saturday, September 6, 2008

Pickers Delight 2002

Once when I was painting a Wild Nootka Rosebush and the painting was nearly completed, two kids came by with pails and began picking the ripe rosehips. They exchanged stories of the delicious jams and jellies that their harvest would yield and I thought their plunder of the fruit was a bit too excessive. Oh, those meadowlarks, weaver-finches, sparrows and robins, which had fed upon those rosehips, and unselfishly entertained me all morning during my painting of this beautiful flower, should have been left more. Animals instinctively know never to deplete their food larders, while visiting all their favorite plants and stashes; and even in winter, the ones that don't hibernate or migrate South never go hungry.

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