
River stones, broken up from the bones of the earth, worn smooth. Watchers of time.

I was feeling sad and tired. Seeking quiet, gentle shapes and colors.
anxious gossip

Apparently while I was working on this in my studio I missed a double rainbow

Beltane: Spring bursts forth between the bones of winter

Beltane Eve
Old Man Winter we create, of sticks and flowers comprising.

May Day confluence
Kate Greenough's daily drawings