My sister’s garden is so magical, with ducks and dogs and my little niece running around.
When it rains, which it often does, the sound on the corrugated steel roof reminds me of summers in New England, visiting family. It never rained like that where we grew up.
Painting window swaps in my travel journal while I spend some time close to home this year.
Can you tell I’m trying to learn stippling?
And also blogging?
I’m kind of circling a post format I like, so bear with me, I’m very new to blogging. Is it a blogging faux pas to say you’re new to blogging? If it is I wouldn’t know because I’m very new to blogging.
Speed painting from window swap during a puppy nap.
I kind of hate the internet, but window swap is a gift.
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