Prairie Lily Arts

The Long Winter

On a fine spring-like morning, the world seems much less wintery in my corner today.  The sun washes warmly over my face.  The sky spans in a smooth blue ocean overhead.  The birds are singing and fluttering with delight as they sense the awakening of spring.  Alas, a few more wintery mornings are sure to awaken me with a frosty chill.  For many reasons, I do love a dose of frigid, sparkling, white winter days.  Truly, they are beautiful in their own right.  The dry air brings pristine azure skies by day and mesmerizing starlight canvases by night.  I love to romp and tumble in drifts to my waist, toss snowballs in a giggly chase of childhood, soar down the bank on the red runners of my old wooden sled, and tumble in to warm by a blazing fire with my hands wrapped tightly about a mug of aromatic cider.  Cold winters are rich with warm memories.  Without the barren landscape of winter, the fresh, awakening green of spring would lose its glory. 

Welcome to Prairie Lily Arts!

Welcome to a worn, familiar path in the prairie where you and I are able to be real about life.  Exploring any given corner of Prairie Lily Arts, you are apt to discover my invitation to stroll through tall grass.  We are naturally inclined to share more fully the deliberations, uncertainties, and aspirations of our hearts and minds when we are walking together.  Certainly if a friend suggests in the midst of conversation, "Let's go for a walk...", my eyes will turn to theirs.  The expression I find will be like a window rising, a door opening,  as this treasured one before me reveals, "I need to share something important with you...".