Since my muse didn't cooperate, I got out an old pen and ink drawing...
and decided to do a similar "butterfly garden" in color.
This is not me. I don't do whimsey like this. I don't normally do paintings by just plopping something down here and there without pulling it all together somehow. I am beginning to think I really should just give it up. Yet I keep trying to find my creative self again. How many times have I thought about closing down
Sans Souci and giving away my paints and brushes.......again! It wouldn't be the first time.
Did you notice the baby flew? From the nest to the ground, then up to the railing, and the last I saw of him he was flying up to the roof where momma was patiently waiting. It was fun watching her teach him. I know, I know, there's an orb on momma. But I took the photo thru the window on a rainy evening, so I'll just chalk that orb up to a raindrop on the glass, or a flash reflection. Nothing supernatural there.