These are the last of the Mira Sol peppers, waiting until they are ready to be harvested for seeds. I have never seen this pepper before, but we like it a lot, so we figured best to save some seeds for next year’s planting.
Spotted
A bit past prime, but the Mr. Lincoln is one of the loveliest deep red roses.
Come Winter
It’s chilly here with rains to begin at midnight. Snow is on the mountains outside the valleys around me. I miss the smell of a winter of snow and pine, in the eastern woods, Rockies, high desert. This is a simple morning sketch, iron gall ink, a water brush, some watercolor to recall the wonder of a mountain winter.
The Sky on Top of My World
Beneath the Pepper Tree
Another bench, a different experience. Here, the valley below and the mountains beyond fill your world.
Ink, Yarn & Beer 