Red Dirt Farm and Studio

Sharing kindness and joy through flowers and art

It is a cold frosty morning, the grass crunches under my feet.  Blue Jay’s are screaming loudly and insistently.  Don’t they always?  That Cat is stalking something with deep concentration.  Eyes laser-focused on his subject.

It happened in the butler’s pantry. Β A hall-way space, and once upon a time when our house was first built, it was the kitchen. Now a brown cow supervises my every move. On a snowy day, I faced down that cow and got to making.

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