The Prospector and I took a drive up the road to the highway and down to the river this morning. After raining all night and hearing what I thought was a tree falling, we decided we had better check the road.
There were a few slides on the sides of the road.
The creek on our property was filled with water. We have hear it from the house for three days now, as it barreled down to the Mokelumne River.
When we first moved here we use to hike up the side of this creek and follow it to an old mine and the upper part of the creek to the west. It was a beautiful hike but the area was always covered with too much poison oak.
A fellow photographer cut and cleared some of the poison oak (and other branches) away recently. Now there is a better view of the creek and falls. Thanks Larry.
This morning we stopped and I took more pictures. I have hundreds... but I always think that I need to take "Just one more".
We drove back up to the house and The Prospector dropped me off half way up to our house, so I could get some exercise. It was windy and cold but I took a few pictures.
One was of a wildflower that had survived the night...
It was tricked into thinking this weather was going to stay Springlike until Summer. The wild forest does its thing, according to the seasons, and doesn't seem to care about a day or two when Winter comes back.
This morning it was almost freezing. There was snow on Butte Mt. but all was gone by mid day. It seems much colder today and if it continues to rain we could get a dusting of snow tomorrow morning.
I hope... I hope... I hope.
After lunch I decided to do the job that I have been putting off all week. I will be helping with the Taste of the Arts classes that are put on by the Art Council here in Amador County and it's on Saturday. We will be teaching gourd embellishment and painting. The class has become very popular and we have three classes filled. That means 45 students. That means 45 clean gourds for them. The club pitched in and cleaned gourds for us and this afternoon I cleaned four large ones to help out.
These gourds were REALLY dirty and required soaking before they could be scrubbed. So I filled the utility sink with soap, water and a little Clorox and left them in there for about an hour, turning them once in a while.
Cleaning takes quite a while and you have to get it all off or there will be places where paint won't stick and stain will look odd because the waxy coating blocks the gourd from taking in the paint or stain.
Another gourd was harder than the rest to clean.
The gourds are cleaned and ready for the students.
that workshop a while back and looking at the possibilities of these clean gourds, makes me want to sit and work on one. We'll see. I've got a lot of knitting to do and it's not like I haven't got anything else to do around here. Dust and Corgi hair is accumulating everywhere. There is another Nuno scarf to be made when I recover from my "disaster" last week.
But... these gourds are talking to me and when a gourd talks to you... you're suppose to listen.
The old saying is "Wait until the gourd tells you what it wants to be." so...
I can't create anything with these "taste of the art" gourds. They are for the class this Saturday. But there are a FEW out in the garage that have been screaming at me for months.
I'm sure that these four new gourds are sitting in the laundry room telling each other that they are clean, beautiful and ready to party. I will let you know if they say anything important.