I drew the apple on the right-side of the page late last night in the kitchen. I thought about making rasberry tea, but it was hot and I didn't want to heat up the room anymore than it already was.
This morning I drew the left-side of the page, drinking hot, strong coffee and eating a cold knotweed muffin with rasberry jam.
Most people who know knotweed don't like knotweed. It's an invasive plant and it has a strange, primitive look. But if you harvest it in spring, you can eat it or freeze it to eat later. I think knotweed tastes like rhubarb.
Not everyone likes rhubarb either, but I do. My mom had a few plants growing in the backyard where I grew up, and I liked to pick a stalk, dip it in sugar, eat it, and pucker my face at the sour flavor.
This apple I drew was tiny, picked from a tree nearby. When I cut it open, the inside turned brown right away. I could see the white change color before my eyes, the effects of oxygen, I guess.
The fan was blowing in the kitchen this morning, not doing much to cool the room on this hot day in August.
Colored pencil in Moleskine sketchbook.