Memories

If you've not lost a parent yet,

you don't know what it's like.

You can only imagine.

Last month I lost my Dad.

In a way you feel like a part of yourself died.

Living close and helping take care of him has given me a

 library of memories of his sense of humor and thoughtfulness.

Memories to cherish. 

Painting My Dreams

This is what you think about when you sleep on a 

feather pillow under a feather duvet!

Soft and sweet and you fall right to sleep

Another painting in my "Painting my Dreams" Series

Available as a print now here. 

It is so cold outside in the single digits

and we are very glad for feather down coats,

duvets, and all warm things.

English Gardening

English gardens are the best to explore. You always want to know what hides around the corner. I have ladies mantle (the yellow flowering plants), I have sieboldiana hostas, I have the red maple tree, and yellow roses and it looks nothing like the photo above. The brick walls, the crunchy gravel, the urns and concrete ball make this so english and delightful.

Wouldn't it be great to build a maze that had little pockets of gardens in each dead end of the maze? Use some of the fast growing evergreens around the edges to conceal the suprises. I can dream.

white wednesday white rabbit white slip

Our gardening world has many gardeners. My newest painting of a little gardening bunny

who rises early to water her little paradise. It is also the little bird's home and paradise. We share our world. Little

bird sings to her eggs, to the seedlings and to miss bunny. We all respond to love; do we not?

I love how little bunny is in her white slip. I have never done this, but I know of one person who pulls weeds in pajamas! I made the colors dreamy because in the morning

there is so much hope and many dreams for the new day.

Hop on over to Faded Charm to see more lovely white wednesday photographs.