
May last night’s rain be dried by the sun. A gentle drip, drop is still happening. The kids are getting eyes open, their Mom and Dad have gone to work. Once they head off on the bus my studio will come to life. More reading on landscape composition, morning journal, feed the birds. Enjoy my coffee.
I can see my next move for the oil pastel I am working. You argue with it, until you hit upon the right placement of color. The oil pastels ….it’s been as much as 20 years since I have touched these. Maybe 24.
Elliot is also up, happily hopping around. He is a giant Angora rabbit.
I had a sudden flash of my earlier life as a farm wife, where the morning ritual was to go out and bring the cows in. Finding them in the fog many mornings. Pastures seem immense at such times. I was careful to stick close to Bill as we did that. He would instincts get the leaders to head the rest back. I was a farm wife for 15 1/2 years of a 21 years marriage before divorce. I had not planned to marry until I met homas. Thomas turned out to be my soul mate, the love of my life.
Best wishes, Pejj


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