In anticipation of Hurricane Arthur's arrival on the island, Jan cut all her peonies and gave me one in a cobalt blue bottle. Jan's gifting of bouquets from her spectacular island garden has become a tradition. She gardens. I paint. Summer. Simple beauty. With power and water restored we can get on with it.
Overnight the fog rolled in. Coming and going several times during the day, it has settled in for good now, blanketing our little world in muffled sound and muted colors. Quiet and calm are all around despite talk of a hurricane offshore threatening wind and rain on the weekend. Here and now, a surfeit of island eggs continue to capture my attention. Tomorrow they will be made into deviled eggs for July 4th festivities. Maybe, if I can bear to part with them, that is.
You never know what you might find at the island post office. Turns out our Saturday post mistress has chickens, which I knew from Facebook. I ordered up two dozen which were delivered to the shed on our dock this afternoon. Bonanza! A whole extra dozen of "Pretty Eggs" just begging to be subjects of a painting. They are all pretty, and those that don't end up in tomorrow's dessert just might become the subject of many more paintings this summer. You never know.