on the Art Farm, a large portion of it is spent inside. inside from the cold, inside my head...dreaming of images, creating and inventing.
on the Art Farm, life is busy. spring and summer bring me the most joy. for it is when my dreams in paint come to life.
|As soon as the snow melts we venture outside |
not with skis but horse trailers
|excited and cautious of the ever fickle mountain weather we prepare the garden yet debate the planting|
|this year, however, the sun came early and blessed the ground with green and buds|
|the air promises us a long season as we look around and assess winter's damage .( there is always alot to be done!)|
|and get back in the rythmn of farm life .|
piglets coming soon. :)