Blur Between Lines

Like summer to fall

There is a blur between lines

Where it’s not either.

Art Prescription: Looking so forward to heading out to ride Finn in a sweatshirt! But hold on cowgirl, not yet, it’s still in the 90’s.

Maybe this is a good life lesson. Things are not always all or none, but somewhere in the middle.

I started this very loose watercolor and may add much or a little detail. Depends on the blur of my mood.

Peaches

A gift box! peaches

The scent of home-made cobbler

My Nanny’s pie crust.

Art Prescription: My favorite yellow cat Matilda was a super good girl while her parents were on vacation.

Everything I Need

Just outside my door

Is everything I need

Backyard paradise.

Art Prescription: I know some of you have really suffered with Covid. I feel so fortunate to be such a home-body.

En Plein Air watercolor: Bee Balm:

Simple August 14, 2016

Roses in the bud

Fill a mason jar with joy

A simple pleasure.

Art Prescription:  When it comes right down to pleasure, simple is perfect! Not that “perfect” matters at all when it comes to the heart. More that you experience a moment or two of joy…this is living.

Watercolor 8 1/2 x 11

Posey Roses

Fall Posy October 25, 2015

Freshly cut flowers

Seems trees have changed overnight

Mason Jar posy.

Art Prescription:  We are so lucky here in North Carolina that flowers continue to bloom on through October. We haven’t had that first cold frost yet. So I happily plucked a Mason Jar full of flowers and set about to watercolor them. Makes me about as happy as anything…

8 1/2 x 11 watercolor on 140 lb watercolor paper

Fall Posey 72

Afternoon Shadows October 16, 2015

Afternoon shadows

Fall on black cows in pasture

Grain bin keeps the gate.

Art Prescription: As I do most Fridays after my two RN days, I headed out to see Finn at the farm. I can be completely exhausted, and my visit with the horses and fresh air renews my spirit. On the way home I take in the gently rolling pastures. Today a herd of black cows against the green pasture made me pull over. As I sat in a drive a white truck approached me. “You okay honey.” “Yes sir, I just pulled off to take a picture of your cows, may I.” “You sure can. Did ya see the babies? They are probably off down near the woods. They are purdy.” He backed up the drive. He had only come down to see if I needed help. Country. A far cry from the news of the day. Just people watching out for each other. I got my photo and headed home. Sigh…

Watercolor sketch 8 x 8

Black Cows