what’s washed up at the water’s edge
I did a stressful (for introverted me) but quite fun online sales thing today, so this is a decompression doodle. Simple swoopy lines, and bits of color. Whew.
little garden of little faces
it’s not finished, I guess. But calming, soothing blues and greens, what I needed for this socially distant feast day.
OK here it is finished, a day later .
As soggy, chilly November settles in I’m remembering the colors of crocuses
holes in a leaf let through the sky