She waited for him at their special place, where they had met many times. The air was crisp and clean, the sun making the freshly-fallen snow sparkle. It was a day full of possibility.
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Musings: The Joy Of Beginning
Yes, I’m a beginner. Right now, I’m learning to play the recorder, and I’m honing my drawing skills. While it may be uncomfortable (and possibly a tad embarrassing) to realize that a 10 year old can play your chosen instrument far better than you, it should serve as inspiration, rather than a reason to never begin at all.
Continue reading “Musings: The Joy Of Beginning”Notes: Respect For The Recorder
Impressively, the recorder set we ordered arrived before Christmas. Perhaps less impressively, we – both of us are learning to play – didn’t get around to actually trying them until after Christmas…but once we did, we were hooked!
Continue reading “Notes: Respect For The Recorder”Drawn: Melana’s Horse
I doodled this bust of a horse on my whiteboard a while ago, inspired by a new friend I “met” virtually. It’s a bit cartoon-y, but I’m glad that it at least resembles a horse. Perhaps it can serve as a baseline against which future drawings may be compared – with future efforts (hopefully) demonstrating improvement!
I used to draw horses all the time as a youth, nursing fantasies of getting my own horse. I devoured novels about horses, learned about breeds and colors, and was firmly convinced that I would have my own horse (Arabians were my favorite). And maybe, someday, I will.
Farm Life: A Very Chilly Christmas
When the weather app says it’s 15 degrees out but feels like 1, you know it’s cold out there…ok, not Minnesota cold, but cold for this area. And it’s a white Christmas – a dusting of snow overnight was followed by snow showers today. Given the precipitous drop in temperatures, it’s a good thing we wrapped all the tractors yesterday.
Continue reading “Farm Life: A Very Chilly Christmas”Haiku: Optimistically Obscured
Temperatures have been bouncing up and down here, and the last vestiges of snow have been shrinking from the approaching sun. This tiny pile of ice crystals was in a shaded alcove on the exterior of the chicken coop, looking as though it was doing its best to hide. Unfortunately, I don’t think it was successful.