Nature’s adornment
Leaves give each plant character
A signature style.
Art Prescription: Index card with graphite sketch, colored pencil and pen and ink:
Echo June 13, 2017
Adirondack chair
Sunset echoed across lake
A still reflection.
Art Prescription: Wish I was there…
Index card with watercolor:
Wings June 12, 2017
Mamma bird swoops in
Little heads rise to greet her
Pencil Holly sings.
Art Prescription: The Purple Finches like to build nests in my Pencil Hollies right beside my garage. I can now hear the steady chirping of hungry babies.
Index card with watercolor and my chop “hope”
Squirrel Work June 11, 2017
Tall on my back porch
Sunflowers grow in clay pots
Ready to open.
Art Prescription: So, the squirrels who frequent my “bird” feeder buried some sunflower seeds over winter into my empty clay-pots. Now I have 4 feet tall sunflowers on my deck! They are so pretty, and I’m excited to see them bloom.
Index card with graphite drawing and colored pencil:
Yellow June 10, 2017
They were all yellow
And look how they shine for you
The stars and poppies.
Art Prescription: index card with watercolor and my chop “hope”
Ombre June 9, 2017
As the sun settled
A cast of magic ombre
Spread across the field.
Art Prescription: Index card with watercolor and my chop “hope”
Paint Color June 8, 2017
Home Depot garden
A sea of color, paint chips
Intoxicating!
Art Prescription: So many luscious colors!
Index card with paint chips and paper collage:
Alliteration June 7, 2017
Five fat fire-flies
Famous fluorescent flutter
Fabulous feature.
Art Prescription: Index card with watercolor and pen and ink:
Detour June 6, 2017
Cultivate magic
Surrounded by beautiful
She embraced detour.
Art Prescription: The Universe has a path all worked out for you.
Index card with watercolor:
Cute June 5, 2017
Hopped the nest too soon
Quiet as a mouse until
My mom comes with worm.
Art Prescription: We found a wee robin in our yard, not ready to fly. The nest was too high to return him, so we placed him in a basket and tied it in the tree. The parents found him quickly and resumed feeding. Yay. Then when I returned home later the basket was empty. Dang, I thought, hawk.
Heading out for my evening walk I saw the parents across the street in my neighbor’s yard. And guess what? There was the baby.
My friend who is a bird expert, said fledging does not necessarily mean they are ready to fly, but just ready to leave the vulnerable nest. The parents continue to feed and soon the baby will be hopping onto branches.
Index card with colored pencil:
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