“How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.” – John Burroughs
Fallen leaves can become little paintings on the ground. I love seeing them this way, falling haphazardly and becoming works of art.
For the Record,
This day came in cold with brilliant sun. I spent the day at my easel, but enjoyed the little art exhibition on our lawn this afternoon.
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
