First there was one cow

I stood quiet by the fence

They were curious.

Art Prescription: A misty day. After feeding the horses hay, I stopped to say hello to the Maple View cows. At first one cow came to greet me, then the herd became interested.

Life is a journey

Where you can howl at the moon

And know you belong.

Art Prescription: art journal

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.

Summer treasures, seeds

Sprinkle on the earth in spring

Reap the blooms July.

Art Prescription: July, 95 degrees of still, windless air. Shorts and a tee and still hot.

Record scratch!!! It’s still winter!!!

A girl can dream…

Index card with watercolor, echinacea seeds to share.

Keep inside the lines

Or not, do what moves spirit

And do add color!!

Art Prescription: What fun to color!!

Unspoken, not said

Shuffles, digs for a morsel

Of truth from the earth.

Art Prescription: Always true, nature goes on about her business uncovering life.

Golden Crowned Kinglet colored pencil!

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:

Muddy horses happy in sun. So cute with their thick winter fur.

To come into bloom

You must first be a bud, then

When the time is ripe.

Art Prescription: Flowers are so clear about their purpose.

Index card with acrylic and colored pencil. So interesting how colored pencil lays down over acrylic!

Winter wind bellows

Whips around house, windows creak

Cats snuggle in bed.

Art Prescription: After I’m up and trying to shake off my morning chill, my cats slink into the warm rumpled covers on my bed. I look at them somewhat jealous, “that’s what you are doing?” Have they no respect for feeling productive, making meaning out of life, living with purpose!!!!! Nope! They solely seek warmth and comfort.