I actually have new art work to post, but I do not have a photograph available.
Yesterday was S's birthday, and after our date this weekend and wine and dinner on the deck the night before last, yesterday was a day time adventure.
We drove over to the next town and wandered the sleepy town square for a little while, stopping to have our tasty treats at Dairy Queen. (I'm a New Yorker, along with tornado warnings and cornfields, Dairy Queens are something I don't have much experience with.)
Afterwards we went for a drive and saw fields and factories and flowers and lakes, just for a bit, since S. had to go to work on his birthday. :( But in the end, we are spreading out the birthday festivities through out the week.
While he was at work, the kids and I each painted a present for papa... theirs featuring lakes, and mine featuring a dream.
That's what I have to show you, but for such a simple painting, it sure took a long time to do, and I ran out of time.
That is the story of my life lately. So much to do, run out of time in the middle of things.
But that's okay. It's all a work in progress. Life is part of the progress. And sometimes we have to get messy before we get all pulled together. And sometime we just have to enjoy the mess that is melting ice cream and a lazy day.