A Rosy Bouquet for a November Day :)
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| 30 x 40 Acrylics, Collage on Canvas |
I'll be exhibiting this one in the December show at the
Come see me!
Showing posts with label roses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label roses. Show all posts
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Sunday, May 18, 2014
May's Garden
Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.
Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
In search of my mother's garden, I found my own.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
Gardening is how I relax. It's another form of creating and playing with colors.
Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.
A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. They thrive because someone expended effort on them.
When I go into the garden, I forget everything. It's uncomplicated in my world of gardening. It's trial and error, really. If something doesn't work, it comes out, and you start all over again.
A garden must combine the poetic and he mysterious with a feeling of serenity and joy.
Won't you come into the garden? I would like my roses to see you.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
A Bit O Art
I have been icky sick this week, but managed to squeak this one out for my daughter's BFF who happens to share my birthday...
She will be 24....I will be 49.
She likes red - I like white.
She's lived in France - I've visited.
She has the wonderful mom - and I have the wonderful daughter.
I could keep going...
but it's time to rest
again.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
WOYWW 106
Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?
Going from a PC to a Mac has been challenging this week...
No energy left for the art desk between brain overload here....
making new water features....
and taking lots of inspiring photos from the garden to share
Hope your workweek has been as good as mine.
Theresa
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Memory
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| Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. | ~From the television show The Wonder Years |
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Weekly Words to Live By
“For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.”
Red Roses from my mother's garden. Filters applied to original photo.
Joining the "Weekly Words to Live By" linky party @ Notes from a Cottage Industry
and Beverly for Spiritual Sunday
and Beverly for Spiritual Sunday
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