Dear Deer, Thank you for leaving me such a sweet valentine in the snow last night.

A snowy February 14th for us this year; here's a snowflake cystallized specially for the day.

The smell of Crayola Crayons is intoxicating to me. They are childhood, plain and simple. The new boxes received on special occasions filled...

Oh, if I could have one stroll with you around the sand walk, some early Victorian spring day when the horse chestnuts are in full blossom.

Today is the birthday of Laura Ingalls Wilder, author of some of the first chapter books I read as a child. I read them out of sequence for ...

(can't resist an opportunity to draw a cute rodent) Don't put your mittens and scarves away... "Six more weeks, North America...

That's what I say sometimes when I'm "scratching" the faces in a final art piece. Although I've already sketched out i...