Whose Fields These Are

  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

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