Come join me "upstairs" from the Studio, a place to relax and talk with friends. Here you'll find clips of my stuff, woolgathering about the animals in the family, news about shows and events and links to other sites that I find too good not to mention. Pull up a cushion and have some cake( there should always be cake) and tea, and lets discuss the amazing world of Art in it's many forms!
CottonWoolBaby Studio
http://cottonwoolbabystudio.com
Poetic thought
Windy Nights by Robert Louis Stevenson
Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires are out, Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud, And ships are tossed at sea, By, on the highway, low and loud, By at the gallop goes he. By at the gallop he goes, and then By he comes back at the gallop again.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Remembering the Peonies
Gone but not forgotten... these were in bloom for the first time this year since I planted them at least seven years ago!
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