on our coffee drive this morning…

Upon closer observation, I loved this tragic and truly fascinating creature.

I felt an odd kinship of sorts, being a bit prickly myself lately.

“The porcupine, which one must handle gloved, may be respected, but is never loved.”

—Arthur Guiterman, poet

 

Here’s my own version of that quote.

The end of the school year mother, which one must ‘handle gloved’, should be respected, always loved and often feared.

SPRING finally SPRING

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This is a painting I did a few years ago on a counter top rescued from a building site. I looked at it today in my studio and thought it reflected the way we feel here in northern Vermont. There was spring in the air today and it was amazing. Everyone was greeting each other and talking about how much we needed the coldest winter on record to be over. I think I said, “Happy Spring” about 10 times today to folks I haven’t seen during this endless cold season. The birds in the painting are all reconnecting and making plans with each other. Go forth and connect and make plans…it is SPRING!