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I am UmberDove.

And by that, I mean an artist.  One who hears stories in the wind, who paints because it is what her soul tells her to do, who smiths because the muse moves through her fingertips, who loves nothing more than the promise of an unexplored trail, the sound of the ocean in her ears, and scent of a serious cup of coffee.



Right?  Right.
Fresh Picked
It's a bullet point sort of morning!
~ uno ~
This shirt arrived in yesterday's post, addressed to BC who happens to be out of town, and somehow, accidentally, the package tore and the tee just fell right out and onto my body.  Oops.  But seriously, how RAD is it?!?  It's yet another reminder that I could use tattooed across my forehead.  But that is a rather small canvas and something tells me, wearing a tee is a better plan.
~ dos ~
I'm officially in danger of becoming a hoarder of tomatos.  You see, it's been about SEVEN years since I was last able to grow those juicy fruits, between tight apartment living and a coastal fog that rotted out everything with a claim in the nightshade family.  But here, the sun shines a little brighter, a little hotter, and the fog pools just on the other side of the ridge, held back by geothermal forces.  So I started with two cherry varieties, just to see, and now, well, yeah.  Hoarder.  And I want more.  Isn't there a show about that?  Don't sent them here; I want no cure other than a pantry full of home-canned salsa.
~ tres ~
When country living, one must acquire certain skill sets.  Yesterday I learned that I could pull a dog tick off a dog using naught but a compostable-potato-ware spoon.  I wish my super powers had not been called upon, but good to know I'm resourceful!  Those things creep me out some fierce.  Just writing "tick" makes the backside of my knees itch.
~ cuatro ~
The wild roses are blooming!  Our front yard (a.k.a. wilderness zone) is rich with the competing scents of rose, cedar, and wild onion.  I wish you could smell the blooms; heady is too small a word for the scentalific euphoria they spread wide and far.  I've been carrying this little mason jar with me throughout the house, bedside to kitchen, to dinning, and then up to the studio, trailing perfume every where I walk.
~ cinco ~
I'm still itching.  Bleeeechahahah.
~ seis ~
This is my latest total obsession: a live-stream hidden camera in a great blue heron nest out in Ithaca, NY.  I've just left the tab open on my computer, listening to their squabbles and cries, watching like a star-struck bird nerd, checking in on them every time I walk by.  You MUST check it out.  No excuses.  I mean, it's BABY BIRDS HERE PEOPLE, and who doesn't love baby birds?
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Duty calls!  Have a glorious Wednesday!
~ Umber ~