When Magic Happens

It happens at various times along the way. Magic that is. Years ago, when I first swiped watercolor on a white page...I drew in my breath and held it as I watched the color move on the paper, blend with other colors. Something special was happening that was just for me. The magic of watercolor … Continue reading When Magic Happens

What Do You See?

When it snows, I'm like a bear in winter. No, I do not sleep. In fact I sleep less than usual. But that is because I go into a kind of creative hibernation. So much of what I see just before and during the snowstorm gets translated into something I can touch and feel. It may seem … Continue reading What Do You See?

Knitting Up the Un-Ravelled Sleave…

After last week's move of three kids into their new "homes", I've needed this week to mend.  Oldest daughter is now happily situated at Wingate University for her final year. Middle son is LOVING his first days as a freshman at East Carolina University. And youngest is enjoying her new "big kid" room she moved into … Continue reading Knitting Up the Un-Ravelled Sleave…

I’m Off…

I'm off to draw and knit at will Where life will lead, my days to fill. A week, a month, I cannot say I'm going into the field to play. There are yarns to knit and lines to draw... ...weaving them in a bouquet to enthrall as I scurry about the rough hewn path; amid … Continue reading I’m Off…

Snow-capped Bales

Snow-capped Bales. Watercolor. 9"x12". Mr. Whicker had some hay bales dropped off on the wide end of his field up on Silver Dapple Lane. Seeing as how I LOVE hay bales, I just had to draw them with their snow hats on. As I walked in the freshly fallen snow last Wednesday, Mr. Whicker came … Continue reading Snow-capped Bales


Narnia My Backyard. Watercolor. 9"x12" As the world outside my windows begins, ever so slowly, to be veiled in white, a sense of anticipation and longing fills the hours. Everyday tasks take on a not-so-everyday glow. A trip to the grocery store becomes an adventure. Laundry becomes lighthearted. Cooking simmers with unprecedented warmth...chili, cornbread, rice … Continue reading *Magic*

In My Field

I long to sit in my field. To listen to the late summer hum.  To wonder at the bowed heads of left-behind wheat.  To drink in the gorgeous array of color in the wild, dew-dripping grasses.  To feel the light breeze and to smell the rain sodden earth.  This I love.  This feels like home. … Continue reading In My Field

Lovely at the End of the Lane

Many of you know that I love to walk. Prior to my illness and surgery, I walked several times a week, 3-5 miles in and around my neighborhood. The first day I was home from the hospital, the outdoors called to me. But I was only able to make it to the stop sign at … Continue reading Lovely at the End of the Lane

A Bale of Words

Available in My Etsy Shoppe Another "sitting" out in my favorite field just after the baling. This time with my pastels in My Little Black Book. Available in My Etsy Shoppe And a different sort of "bale" here...words bundled together in a little poem I wrote several years ago: ************************** I like you standing there… … Continue reading A Bale of Words

A Few of My Favorite Things…

Available in My Etsy Shoppe Favorite Thing #1:  Nothing gets better than sitting IN MY FIELD painting.  A few of weeks ago I got to spend an afternoon painting a couple of views of the freshly baled hay in Mr. Whicker's field.  I keep calling it "my" field, and it really isn't.  But I call … Continue reading A Few of My Favorite Things…