I am revelling in the wheatfield piroutte of this lovely painting. I am charmed beyond words to proclaim that it is now mine and hanging gracefully in my room. It’s my first purchase of an original. (Someday, when I am a famous writer, I will be a patron of the arts and buy originals galore for my Rivendell of a home.) I spotted this beauty across an entire parking lot; she was propped against a sale table at a local resale shop. Watching her reminds me of a Josh Groban song I love:
So she dances,
In and out of the crowd,
Like a glance.
This romance is,
From afar, calling me silently…