Golden Hay February 8, 2018

Lip smacking good hay

Pulled up like spaghetti strands

Smells like gold sunshine.

Art Prescription: All else fades away as I listen to 13 horses eat evening hay. A bird twitters by, a mourning dove coos, a distant dog barks. Time stands still in the pasture with the horses and their hay.

Love Notes February 3, 2018

A day together

Content in his company

Warm Saturday nap.

Art Prescription: Life is busy. If you can get quiet with the one you love, run around town for groceries, and navigate Saturday traffic, all in the name of a cuddle-fest with cats. That spells content.

Watercolor on an index card: