Perfect rain goblets

Yellow rivers of pollen

Time for spring down-pour.

Art Prescription:  Another wet into wet Tulip…Had to let this dry over-night.

Watercolor 8 x 8

Red and orange cheer

A sunny disposition

A cure for winter.

Art Prescription:  Tulips very loose…wet on wet…

Grass-fed happy cows

Home-made local ice-cream treat

Front porch with rockers.

Art Prescription:  Mapleview Ice-Cream has become a visitor’s center. An iconic view of the farm, cows, and silos, awaits any ice-cream-loving person to lick on a scoop in a home-made waffle cone. Sigh…..

8 x 8 acrylic on paper

A bold fleeting show

Of tulip blooms on a tree

Grandest dame of spring.

Art Prescription:  Blink and you may miss some grand color.

8 x 8 acrylic on paper:

Personal story

Layers of depth, distinction

Makes beautiful you.

Art Prescription:  We are all an accumulation of our stories. Honor your trials and tribulations…for they make you beautiful.

Index card with layers of collage:

Surprise by the trail

Grows among the violets

Jack in the pulpit.

Art Prescription:  Mason Farm.

Index card with colored pencil and pen and ink:

In a sea of green

Blooming trees sprinkle landscape

Red-buds steal the show!

Art Prescription: If you tried to match all the hues of green right-now, you would be at your easel for a while. So many brilliant shades. And nature shows off with dogwoods and red-buds just bursting at the seam.

Index card with colored pencil and pen and ink

Her hair sways in breeze

Shoulder to shoulder, hands held

A romantic stroll.

Art Prescription:  So old-fashion and lovely to see young couples walking hand-in-hand.

Watercolor sketch on index card 5 x 7

Perfume on a stalk

My grandmother’s favorite

Fragrant Hyacinth.

Art Prescription:  I always think of my grandmother when I see Hyacinths emerge from the ground.

Watercolor 8 x 8

Waves of regret grow

Secrets sail to never-land

Where is your anchor?

Art Prescription:  As I observe nature bursting forth, I’m constantly reminded of how we reap what we sow. Our minds are a sea of turbulence. We must learn to anchor in calm.

Pen and Ink Sketch: