I’ve been wanting to paint another Roseate Spoonbill for a while now. Meanwhile, no sighting of my heron. My tree might actually be heron-less.
The day was sunny and beautiful, and my friend and I enjoyed a little walk downtown, but in the afternoon a chilly wind picked up. Spring can be cruel sometimes.
I spent a few hours talking to a journalist who wants to write an article about my books. Here’s hoping it’ll attract more readers. She said a few funny and cute things, including referring to Holly affectionately as a “little cow.”
