Trying out some portable paints, sketchbooks, and water brushes for our summer travels, I am attracted to April flowers. My neighbors are probably just wondering why we put off mowing.
I stop with colored water here;
amongst the weeds is something dear.
You come too.
Once I got kicked out of a private university on the very first day for listing my fiancé, now husband, on my emergency contact form. I was very upset at the time. My pastor said that it was their rose garden and they only wanted roses in it… and here I am, quite a brown-eyed susan. Today I’m thriving nicely, with relatively simple care instructions: a patch of unpaved ground, some sunshine every day, fresh air, possibly a few like-minded nature girls for companionship. A light sun shower now and then can also be refreshing.
[Note: I accidentally painted the Magnolia on the back of this sketch. Someday, whoever gets one of them will get a two-for-one special.]