But I did this one all by myself.
Someday, maybe I'll be able to paint roses like this!
(I can dream, can't I?)
Here's a poem that I wrote several years ago, when I only had two little helpers:
I hope you like it (I still haven't thought of a title for it.).
Sometimes an artist works in oils, sometimes he works in soils.
Some may work in ink and pen, others only work the land.
There are those who study in Paris and Rome,
But I think I'll study my gardens at home.
I'll put my wandering foot to work spading the ground,
And wait there to see if my life's work can't be found.
On a side note, may I just say that I am so honored to be part of the art of the counter-culture which is found on the many homemaking blogs that I love? Where there is ugliness, you are planting beauty. Where there is crudeness, you are planting refinement. May we all support each other, helping to bring back to society something that has been lost for too long.
Love to all,