Odes To Fall

The endless moments of sweltering heat, day after day the Plains enduring such a ravaging condition.  I am use to, after many years, the inevitability of keeping shades constantly drawn in a state of semi-hibernation for weeks, as we enter the crescendo of Summer. But this year it has been immensely more difficult to accept the current status and try to patiently wait for it to change.

Although tucked away during the day in one of the coolest parts of the house, my studio, it is hard not to feel a great deal of sympathy for the plight of those creatures left to endure the outdoors.  It breaks my heart to see them struggling, so I continue to supply food and water, hoping it provides some small comfort.

Lately, I find my creative mind filled with wandering thoughts of Autumn's splendor, heralding not only a glorious parade of colors but also dreaming of a soothing balm of mild temperatures and rain on the Prairie.  And so, I will continue to paint my odes to Fall, as a sort-of prayer for this heat and drought to end soon.