Sorry. No pictures this time. Just a little story:
There was once this girl.
She had many strengths and quite a few weaknesses.
She was shy, emotional, stubborn. 557 more words
Thems that can do. Thems that can’st teach.
That’s the folksy version I learned of that sentiment. (Apparently first penned by George Bernard Shaw.) There was a time when I thought it was true, especially observing those who taught creative writing. 684 more words
This coming Sunday is Mothers’ Day, and the white lilacs by my front porch are more than ready. So am I. I’ve always loved Mother’s Day, especially coming on the heels of Easter and May Day, when my sister and I passed out homemade baskets of flowers to all the neighbors. 745 more words
Recently I found a tube of Cobalt Blue gouache and I swooned.
I painted several blue paintings.
Painting is always a matter of choosing one color to go next to another, and lately I’ve been carried away by the sheer pleasure of doing that. 411 more words
Ah, Spring. Everywhere I look it’s the force that through the green fuse drives the flower. Nature has sensed the void she’s said to abhor and is filling her incompleteness with trilliums and trout lilies, spidery maple leaves and daphne odora variegata. 475 more words