Chrysanthemum on the windowsill, watercolor

Title: for you
Size 10" x 6"
Watercolor on paper

After the first frost, when the calendula outside had bowed down reverently to the power of freezing, the ones indoors were still singing their heads off.' Anyone you know have surgery?' they asked. 'Or illness? We can help, just send us there and we will be unerringly cheerful!'

the joy of spring

Title: the joy of spring
size: 4.5 x 6
price $25 + $10 s & h

Dreaming about it while gazing on last year's photos is one thing, but sitting there with the first of the warm breezes -- and bugs -- painting fresh blooms is a truly sublime other thing. Thank you, universe, for bringing Spring back.

Dreams of April

After a long winter, with a bunch of ice still out there, one dreams relentlessly of things to come. Daffodils, for example, shall begin in a few weeks and continue to open, one variety at a time, all spring long. This is a take off from a photo of early daffs I found outside the Lilly Library last April.
Chins up!

Whiff of July

Title: Whiff of July
3 x 5
$30

Too much snow calls for an antidote, non?
I pulled out some height-of-July pics I took at the Smith Botanical Garden last summer
and whipped y'all up a little cure for the winter time blues.

jj's in jars

Title: jj's in jars
3.5 x 7.5
watercolor on paper

Sniff the sweet little flowers and be assured that they are soon to jump up from under the snow!
To all my kind viewers, Happy Valentine's Day with wishes for your happy heart.

Why are they in jars? The jars emerge after a spring rain, from the soil down near the swamp at the back of my yard. Perfume, nail polish, god-knows-what. The johnny jump ups I find in December, rolled up in to themselves, well after the first or second frost, under perhaps a brown maple leaf or two.
I bring them in, put them in jars, and they unfurl to reveal their sweetly scented, multi-colored faces.
Be sure not to leave nose marks on your computer screen :).

Friends

Title: Friends
10 x 5.5 watercolor on paper
$30

These two cuties met in a vase, struck up a friendship, and chatted for hours.
Weeks later, when all but a sliver of water was left in their shared home,
you could still hear the rustling -- if listening carefully -- of their sweet intimate whispers.