The music did come
Spring has sprung, the birds do sing
Nature’s symphony.

The music did come
Spring has sprung, the birds do sing
Nature’s symphony.

Remaining leaves dance
To the Ides of March strong wind
Azaleas bud.
Art Prescription: The leaves that tried to hang on are now being finally blown about by March wind, making room for buds galore. As these crispy leaves dance down the street, I notice much to write and paint about. My backyard Azaleas are full of buds.
Index card with pen and ink and colored pencil:

Homemade pesto bread
Using Nanny’s rolling pin
Flour, yeast, and love.
Art Prescription: If the wood in this rolling pin could talk. Aged patina…smooth…feels like love. Made a million “Nanny’s Rolls.”
Sketchbook

Sharp beak and talons
Silent flight, emerald woods
A night-time huntress.
Art Prescription: Owl

Life, forever young
Would have not growth nor seasons
Nor change, and wisdom.
Art Prescription: I wish our society was more in awe of our elders. People who have lived and learned and have much to share with us if we will listen. I’m afraid in our current media-driven life-style, there is little room for quiet wisdom…conversations that carry years of perspective.
3 x 3 acrylic

Passing through a place
Brief and momentary stay
Life…is just like this.
Art Prescription: Oh how we dwell on things…ruminate and review and try to solve. When really just like the wind…”this” is only passing through out lives.
Index card with collage and pen and ink:

Yellow Pine Warbler
Sings in tree tops, evasive
Suddenly appears!
Art Prescription: I’ve been trying to see a Pine Warbler for a while now with my binoculars. “Hunting” the woods, listening for their song, and scanning the tree-tops for a view. Then today there they were, a pair, right in full view. And yes they are cute as can be.
Index card with pen and ink and colored pencil:

Musical note sounds
Children practice their octaves
Harmonic series.
Art Prescription: Long day at work with surgeries in the morning and CPR this afternoon. Even after many years as a nurse, I suppose it’s good to practice a skill that truly saves lives. Pray I never need to use them.
As I walked to get a breath of fresh air, I heard music coming from my neighbors house. They have four lovely children and I hear piano and trombone.
Index card with colored pencil and collage:

Four jet-black crows glide
Feathers dark as coal glimmer
A murderous bunch.
Art Prescription: Nature can be gruesome. It’s survival of the fittest. Did you know a group of crows is called a “murder of crows.” What can we learn from the hunters and the hunted? Beauty and the beast…
Index card with graphite and colored pencil:
