closed my eyes briefly • now the hills are fringed in white • lacy wild cherries Continue reading →
sitting with daffodils • no words from either of us • I painted, they glowed. Continue reading →
Forty year old bulbs • every year a yellow • wonder – daffodils Continue reading →
then let me go first • wednesday is hard Continue reading →
I went out this morning thinking to paint at Hand Hollow. I stopped and finished my coffee there but it was too hot to paint. Listened to the birds awhile and then went home and painted from my porch. I had my bubba packed with ice and a cool beverage. Continue reading →
Look around at the azaleas making fuchsia star bursts in spring; look at a full moon hanging silver in a black sky on a cold night. And realize that life is glorious, and that you have no business taking it for granted.
