The Painting for profile picture is my own oil painting.
Set at 17:03 on June 22, 2021
WHAT CANADIANPRAIRIEFIRE IS DOING
Picture in the frame is actually the farm of my Grandparents. The farm changed throughout the years like the house went from a two story to a bungalow. A typical farm house with a back porch and a front porch. The land changed a bit but not very much at all.
The long road trip to the best place of my youth was long to a five year old but...getting there was never boring. I always had something to look at and even though a lot of people would not like living on the flat prairie I will always love it. Reason is that not every spot in my province is flat and boring, the rolling hills of the Pembina Valley, going South West and going eastward towards the Canadian Shield is never boring. My love of the prairie has been with me since I was born. The trips to my Grandparents farm was my greatest joy of my youth growing up. The straight roads and the winding roads, the vast fields of wheat and canola and flax, sunflowers, the ever changing skies gave me a sense of beauty and wonder. Seeing the sentinels of the grain elevators waiting to be fed the grains and harvests the skyscrapers of the prairie on the horizon told me we where getting close to our destination. The old farms that marked the way spoke to me in a whisper, welcome back and enjoy your time. They almost seemed alive still and you could use your imagination and wonder what it would have looked like if they still had a family living and working the farm site and fields.
I would count the towns we passed, each one that was passed meant that we where getting closer to my fantasy land and best childhood memories. The farm was a top of a valley with a lake right in the middle of it. When you reached the little hill to go down into the valley the hills surrounding the little farm town was a green carpet in the summer, and in the fall wow the colors made you sigh in peacefulness. The colors of those trees reflecting on the still lake as we climbed the Eastern side of town all the way up hill, was stunning. In the summer you could see the boats on the lake and as you climbed the hill the lake seemed to get small but bigger as you could almost see the whole lake. That was the most amazing site as I got older, and when my artistic passions started to develop I had so much to paint from what I seen.
I loved to see the crops in the fields of my Grandfather's farm, especially when it was a cloudy day and the flax turned blue. If it is windy it looks like water. I miss taking him lunch to the fields and watching him get off that tractor his face all dirty and black from the dirt. Pouring him a glass of cold ice tea and sitting on the tailgate having lunch with him. Watching the combine black silhouette against the sunset, as he worked till dusk and into the late evening when the sun went down.
Just sitting on the back porch steps, and playing with the barn cats and hearing the distant boats on the lake play in the cooling waters. The crickets in the mid summer heat with their familiar song, the roses that my grandmother had filled the hot humid air with their perfume. It was a time in my life when I was just figuring out things about myself as a young woman in my teens and then a bit older who I was and what I wanted out of life. What did I want to become who did I want to be...easy just like my mom and grandmother who always worked hard and I wanted to have a family. I wanted to have the country life with a farmer and grow things and provide what my family needed.
Being in the garden with my grandmother picking peas or carrots or even just weeding with her and my bare feet on the warm dirt. Watching and hearing the thunder clouds coming over the horizon to rain on the land and make things fresh and green.
I am a plain country girl that loves the simple life. I do not care for city life and all the noises, I love to go out my front or back door and see the vast sky and walk a little down the street and see the fields and watch the sky change and the sunset and sunrise come over the horizon.
Each flower you see on this profile is actually flowers you can see in the ditches and are native to Manitoba. The Crocus is the official Manitoba flower and the pink Lady Slipper is very illegal to pick. You can get a huge fine for picking that flower. I used to pick the wildflowers for my Grandma when I visited her. I left the Crocus and Lady Slipper alone...
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