A Balcony Person

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More and more I realize how fortunate I’ve been to have family in my life, who are what I think of as my “Balcony People.”  Someone (I can’t remember who or how long ago), wrote a book I read about the people in your life who you can count on to be there always cheering you on, no matter what.  I’ve had that with my family all my life and what a huge blessing!  It started with my grandmas, grandpas, aunts and uncles, and of course, my dad and mom.

Linda Jane Jacob, my dear sweet mother, is one of my Balcony People.  In her eyes I can do no wrong (nor can any of my siblings!)  She thinks we all work way too hard, too many hours, etc. etc.  She would do anything in the world for me.  That’s a true Balcony Person.

It’s not unusual for me to call her early in the morning, rain pouring, wind blowing, “Mom, would you be able to pick me one last bunch of forsythia?”  She replies, “Sure, no problem, when will you be here?”  I say, “Ten minutes.”

She wouldn’t be happy about this picture, as this isn’t her usual dressed-to-the-nines-self.  She’s always the one with the coordinated outfit, matching purse, earrings and shoes.  But remember, I just got her out of bed to pick forsythia!  So, she’s sporting her new gardening boots from Sunflower Flats, her stocking hat, and her helpful side-kick Corgi named Bella.

She’s my mom, always and forever my Balcony Person.

Don’t Be Tamed!

“You were once wild here.  Don’t let them tame you.”  ~Isadora Duncan

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Chloe, Mom and I painted last week.  We missed Carsen, but he was in Central Oregon visiting his cousin, Sawyer.  Don’t let the picture above fool you!  This was in September 2009 when Chloe was painting my sunflower patch, but I can’t help but long for days of summer and bright sunflowers….it will come soon enough!

Anyway, back to painting last week, watching Chloe in action, I’m hoping:  ”don’t let them tame you.”  Whatever it is within her that gives her the ability and confidence to go for it comes out.  The week prior she decided to paint a cow skull for her Aunt Becky using a palate knife with all kinds of colors, so she added more color this week after seeing she had toned it down more than she liked.  This week’s new subject was an owl’s face on the entire canvas.  With piles of paint on the palate and a big brush already heavy with paint, she dove in starting with it’s big, bold chartreuse eyes.  (I thought the eyes would have been last, but what do I know?!)  She always works it all out in the end!

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Painting requires losing yourself in the task and I love that about these several hours.  One doesn’t have to think about anything (translation: work) except how to get the bird the right shade of blue, a little snow on the branches and berries that are a reddish, brownish color.  Being consumed by something other than work is a welcome break from it all!

Carsen will be back at it next week, finishing the horn on his buffalo head and mom will continue to paint grass over the pond because “water is too hard to paint.”  That’s okay, mom, “don’t let them tame you.”  And you either, my dear Chloe.

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