Whose fields these are… Whose fields these are I think I know… His house presides o’er fence below. His cattle say their grace each day Content to watch and eat and stay. The fields, they hum a beckoning tune- To roam, to fly, to surf their dune, To live … Continue reading Whose Fields These Are
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My Little Black Book
Years ago, my mom gave me a little black drawing book. I think it's about 5" x 5" filled with a wonderful black card-like paper just perfect for soft pastels. I've returned to swiping the luscious colors around on these pages and thought I'd share a few. These two are from Piano lessons. Not my … Continue reading My Little Black Book