In All That’s Fair
I’ve never lived in an area where peonies grow well. Since the day I learned of them, though, I’ve known
I’ve never lived in an area where peonies grow well. Since the day I learned of them, though, I’ve known
This is Miles. When I asked his owner to tell me a little about him, she wrote: We always call
As I’ve mentioned before, I often search for poetry specific to my subject as an aid to coming up with
I’ve been doing all kinds of artsy things, but not really posting for various reasons: mostly because what I have
Winsome, wafting, welcoming–these are all words that come to mind when I see these pink primroses along the sides of
It never fails that I learn something delightful when I paint. Sometimes it’s something about painting, but often it’s about