Though I’m quite sure the gardener who’s growing these carrots wouldn’t appreciate this little visitor, I felt like sketching a bunny visiting a garden today. I imagined the bunny perfectly mesmerized by the amazing view of food to be found there. While I truly love gardens full of flowers, as a kid I was most fascinated by my grandmother’s vegetable garden. When you’re a city kid, you often think that vegetables only come from the supermarket. To see all of those fresh vegetables and berries growing right out of the ground instead was amazing. I loved walking down the rows and rows of vegetables. The entire garden was encased in a fence and I’m quite sure it was a modest in size, but at my very young age and therefore very small size, it seemed gigantic. It was filled with opportunities for endless exploration and I took every moment I could to do just that. Though I loved carrots, for some reason the strawberries always excited me most. Perhaps because I knew they would be part of a strawberry shortcake at some point and so they achieved a special prominence in my heart. Whatever the reasons, the experience inspired a life-long joy of nature that’s followed me all the way into adulthood.
Yet, I should be clear that I was still very much that city boy only vacationing with nature. I could handle a few spiders in the barn, but a few dozen sent me running in the opposite direction eliciting a very unmasculine scream in the process. Like all little boys I thought poop was funny, if not for the sound of the word alone, but stepping in some made me cringe and want to go home and shower immediately. But, I could spend the entire day climbing trees and staring at caterpillars. And I actually had an entire day back then to dedicate to doing so. I’ve not had a full day to do any one thing in quite some time. Well, in the case of the farm, it was the time between dinner, also known as lunch, and supper. It was six hours of summer that I could dedicate to exploring anything I wanted to explore. And though I would always end up in a forest of trees, I loved starting by exploring the garden. I’d been trained, of course, to simply look, but not touch. Though it took every bit of willpower I had to avoid snapping off a strawberry and eating it.
I miss those days because these days, I’m mostly in the city and rarely if ever get to venture out to a farm. There were days long ago when I used to ride horses for an entire afternoon and then sit perfectly still on them to walk the sun set. Now, I’m usually just trying to meet deadlines by working indoors on a computer. Philippe and I experienced car problems with our one and only car this week and it’s now in the shop until Friday. Rather than order up a rental car, we did the unthinkable. We carved out a bit of extra time and walked to work instead. Philippe’s journey is more impressive at 3.5 miles, while mine is only 2 miles. I had to wonder why I didn’t choose to take this path each and every day. Then I realized it was simply a question of time. Those 21 extra minutes were precious and I needed them in order to complete everything I had to get done that day. Yet, I was still able to complete everything I wanted to get done today. That’s the funny thing about time. We think we need more of it than we actually do. When, in reality, we’ll take whatever time we’re given to complete the task. Most of the “extra time” is spent simply being distracted by various things that catch my interest, like a bunny in a garden.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Yellow Ochre, Leaf Green, Quinacridone Red, Cobalt Turquoise, Opus (vivid Pink), Benzimida Orange, Terra Cotta, and Cobalt Blue. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with black ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book. Want to purchase a print of this doodlewash? Send me a note with a link to this post, and I’ll add it to my shop!