Loosened from the mud, I find myself floating in a world of possibility.

So can you.

mothers day mandala

[spring things: maple helicopter seeds and tender young maple leaves]

It was windy while I was playing with these tender spring things. The delicate tidbits flew off the page bringing a graceful end to the mandala. That was the only quick movement on this delishly lazy day.


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