Candylei Girls Horse Art Painting

The warm sunshine stirs up all kinds of things...like these two girls out to pick flowers in the pasture with their horse. I love oil paints and I haven't painted with them in months! Tonight I sat down and expressed my feelings of summer. This was painted alla prima, all in one sitting, with oils and a very big brush so that I don't fret over the little details. It's the feeling I want to portray.

My dad is doing so much better but still has a physical therapist coming regularly. I am home now and there is work staring at me in every room of this house. Outside it is the weeds versus orderly displays of plants and shrubs. Are there enough hours in the day? I've found out it's very hard to weed in the dark.

But there is so much to be happy for........!

Westie Dog Blog Editorial/Writer

I've always wanted to tell the world that I love where we live in the country. Tonight my parents are busy so I'm going to tell you about my life. We've had lots of snow which I love to romp in. The picture above is me standing down by our creek in my show dog style last night at sunset. Actually I'm listening intently for birds and squirrels and other animal whispering. You must stand very, very still...even if your parents ARE calling you.

I love this wooded section that looks bare in the winter. I can stand tall and erect just like a tree. There isn't much that I can't do if you ask me. I am actually listening again to hear the trees talking. Normally the deer camp out here and eat all of the leaves. The deer like the music the creek makes and with the leaves clapping their hands and the birds chirping...the bullfrogs bass notes... it's like a full orchestra. I like all the music makers.

Sometimes I can sound like a harmonica when my human brother plays his fife and stays on one note too long. I try to correct his timing and his notes by jumping on him until he stops. Then I know he has learned his lesson from me and I walk away.

I have always wanted to be a garden editor because I see alot here in the gardens and also in my parents catalogs and magazines. It smells so good to walk into a greenhouse. I love that earth smell. All the letters form wonderful words in my head when I am in there, but I never have the laptop handy to record them.

Just this for now because I need to babysit the cats who seem to finally wake up after 20 hours of sleep at night.