It will be a while before they sprout but the Scarlet Emperor Beans of 2020, the third generation of seeds that began with a packet I bought five years ago, are planted and ready to grow. I planted twelve on the hope that I will find a sunny spot for all of them. And they may not all come up. I do not know “who” they will be this year, but for now they are the “children” of the undaunted Tang Dynasty poets, Li Bai, Tu Fu, Li Ho, Bai Juyi, and Wang Wei.
Just in case this makes NO SENSE TO YOU (understandably because it’s a little mad to name one’s bean plants) here’s what this year’s beans parents were doing last July. Morning Gossip of the Scarlet Emperor Beans.
Meanwhile spring is doing its thing. Ravens and magpies fly by with twigs in their mouths to contribute to the nest. The crocus are blooming and the daffodils are up. Bear’s patch of snow is really gone, but it could snow more and we hope it does. We’re still in drought. Normally by now I’ve got other seeds going, but this year I’m a little behind. It doesn’t matter. I can’t put anything outside until June 1. 🙂
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Meanwhile I have more drawings to do. Yesterday I drew the Little Snake River. I’ve never illustrated someone else’s book before and I’m enjoying it very much. I “met” the author of the book I’m illustrating here on Word Press a while back, I think 2016. Her blog is Ladder Ranch and shows what’s going on with her ranch in Wyoming. I found it in a search for Livestock Guardian Dogs. She has something like 14 dogs like Bear that work hard to guard her sheep. She lives in one of Wyoming’s most remote and little touristed regions and, strangely, I’ve been through her valley a time or two. It’s a little off the beaten track of my family’s twice-a-year pilgrimage from Denver to Montana, but sometimes my parents liked to go a different way. In the days before the Interstate, any highway was drivable as any other. I was there again as a semi-grownup when the first X was studying at the University of Wyoming in Laramie and took me for my first X-country skiing nightmare I mean adventure. 😉
“It is very important for the artist to gauge his position aright, to realize that he has a duty to his art and to himself, that he is not king of the castle but rather a servant of a nobler purpose. He must search deeply into his own soul, develop and tend it, so that his art has something to clothe, and does not remain a glove without a hand. The artist must have something to say, for mastery over form is not his goal but rather the adapting of form to its inner meaning.” Kandinsky