The Artist's Loving Hand

That lyric from Don McLeans song popped into my consciousness as I watched my Friend Shirley complete another one of her diminutive objects of art. We were sitting on her front porch, a hundred year plus farm house, nestled in between towering pines and ever spreading oaks. Off in the distance another summer thunderstorm was angrily growling with it's approach. The humidity was like sitting in a sauna, but the experience to see another blank canvas transform into art was priceless.

Life Is Good. Be thankful. Live it to it's fullest.