I have been out visiting this morning, we have a gray damp day with winds that whistle if a window is open a tiny crack. If you shut your eyes and seperate your mind from reality you might think it January. However I just picked a bowl of strawberries so it is June. the first berries this year from my berry patch.
That is not the point, the point is this visiting of blogs, and then not even speaking to the artist of the wonderful work and thoughts. I don't speak because I think I need to get to the art room and paint, this is making me feel so over stimulated, over eager to go and do. I will, today is such a day that one can do this without guilt. It is now a day getting on hours so I better get moving.
First I will share this woman of passion. I will also share some beautiful peonies, these plants are 50 yrs old, they grow chest high and can have as many as 60 blooms, one can hardly find a better plant than that for performance.