The roadside grasses and trees looked almost autumnal as I was driving home from church today. Trees turning brown. Grasses are that pretty golden color they get in the fall. In the fall I enjoy the variations of gold, brown and amber grasses. But not in late July, coming on to August. Green is what I'm looking for.
I'm attempting to paint my office at the school a pretty gold color. So far it's only pretty in my imagination, since the three colors of gold I've painted in large swatches on the wall by the back door just don't quite match the warm, vibrant shade I have in my imagination. More like "Pumpkin on the Compost Pile", "Immature Banana", or "Broom Handle". Not shades I'd like to look at every day. I should not go into the color naming business. My hair color box would read "Wheat Field Stubble" instead of "Champaign Fizz," since I tend to associate color with nature. Probably not a big seller. I really do think the golden stubble in the wheat fields is one of my favorite colors, by the way.
On Saturday I spent about 90 minutes doing battle with a patch of bermuda grass that had overtaken a lovely flower bed around a gazeebo at the old Sellers event center. The property is now the home of WINGS, a special needs community. It will be an amazing place for their art workshop, gift shop and day program. I joined in with a clean up team trying to shape up the grounds. It was only 105 in the shade, so I didn't last long! Some of those folks had been out there all morning, doing some serious clean up around the pond, in the extensive landscaping, and even trimming trees.
This is Shauna in the nice hat, giving the bermuda patch a good watering to help loosen the roots. She loaned me her favorite bermuda digging tool; the claw end of an adz. Pretty effective.
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