A Glorious Revival - Inspiration and Bioregionalism

My neighbor gave me a machete for whacking snakes and cuttin trails

I found inspiration in the farm animals and bright lights at the County Fair.

I got out of the cabin after a productive day. Fair with the family and my first rodeo.

A load of rain brought out some wildflowers by the pond.

Some paintings in progress in my treehouse studio. Perfect weather with the door open. Beautiful north light for mixing colors.

A stack of pretty linens and cotton on the ironing board.

This change in the weather saved me from my despair. This morning I walked to the big pond for lily pad inspiration.

It was Sonya who first told me, "You can't always take from the well. You have to fill it."
As I have said in previous posts or letters, I STILL refer to those words when I am stuck. Thursday night I was stripping the bark. Friday saved me with good neighbors, good weather, and cotton candy. This morning, the well was overflowing again.
So humbled.