It’s still too early to do much planting although I have onions, snow peas, lettuce and kale growing. The garden is tilled but we have to wait another couple of weeks before planting the whole thing. We’ve done some trimming and tidying of the flowerbeds. The spring flowering shrubs are next.
Plein air painting along the Blue River in Southern Indiana. As you can see, my easel is actually sitting in the water. What we artists won’t do for our work!
Monday was beautiful and balmy. A perfect day to return to the Blue River for some more adventures. This time my husband brought his fishing gear and I brought my painting kit. It was so peaceful and quiet. A week since our last visit but I noticed changes. The redbuds are waning and the dogwoods are coming out.
Blue River, plein air painting. Acrylic, 11 x 14. That spring green will only last for a few weeks.
Bridge over the Blue River. Watercolor / pen and ink. Kit Miracle Created from photos taken on our previous visit last week.
As you can see, I had to set my easel in the water to get the view that I wanted. I nearly tipped in myself but this is the price an artist pays for the adventure of plein air painting. My husband got his line wet but not much luck until right at the end when he caught a nice bass. (He returned it to the river, of course.)
Fishing on the Blue River. My husband actually caught a nice bass but he released it. We peeled off our sweatshirts as the temps warmed up quickly. Spring is here!
Another wandering drive on the way home took us past a little greenhouse. Of course we stopped. Although we have some tomatoes and peppers started, I had to buy a few more. Hey, it’s that time of year. All you gardeners understand what I mean. (BTW, I was the only one at the greenhouse wearing a mask!) Later in the week the mice in the greenhouse started nibbling the plants. Dirty rottens! I wouldn’t have thought they would like nightshade plants but now I know they do.
So, that’s pretty much my week. Finished the plein air painting in the studio and did a watercolor/pen and ink of the bridge over the Blue. Some gardening. Reading. Oh, and cleaning the attic of my studio but that’s another story.
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Bridge over the Blue River. We crossed the river several times and followed it quite a way.
We opted for a change of scenery this week and went for a drive in the country, mostly in our own county. I love the spring greens, you know, that yellow-green color in your box of Crayolas. It doesn’t last for long so you have to catch it while you can. The redbuds were out adding a bright touch of color but the dogwoods were a little behind. It was an in and out spring day with sun and clouds. Towards the end of the afternoon, rain showers moved in.
If you’re not familiar with Southern Indiana, I should tell you that it’s quite hilly and beautiful. Our county borders the Ohio River and has several other rivers. Especially notable are the Blue River and the Little Blue River. They get their names from the color of the water which is a bluey-green. They’re also very popular with kayakers and canoeists in warmer weather. It was a perfect spring day for a picnic beside the river.
So taking 62 west out of Corydon, we just followed our noses. This is what we saw. It was refreshing to get out of the house and turn our thoughts to more pleasant things. I’m sure I’ll be back soon for some painting adventures.
The road follows along the river for many miles. It is lined with redbuds this time of year. The dogwoods were just coming out.
Blue River with bluebells. The hole in that sycamore goes all the way through.
Looking north from the canoe ramp. I love the overhanging sycamores. They’re just as striking in the autumn with the fall colors.
Blue River looking south from the canoe ramp.
Blue River Chapel right on the Blue River.
This is Artists’ Point overlooking the Ohio River. Not exactly on the way to anywhere, it’s worth the trip to find it. I have actually seen eagles riding the thermals up from the river right in front of me. That is Kentucky across the river.