This isn't kansas any more.

This isn't Kansas any moreThis isn't Kansas any more. Neither the little crooked red barn nor the flowers suspect a thing. I call this painting This isn't Kansas anymore because storms create change. Storms are our warning systems and we would do well to pay attention. Let's not be oblivious to the weather like these flowers are.

Alien Abduction in a Canoe This is my water colour painting I did of an alien abduction in a canoe. The people are missing because they have been abducted by aliens. All that is left are the air particles.

Night Sky

Night Sky This water colour painting was inspired by being at my fraternal twin sister's trailer park near Bobcaygeon Ontario. Mars was prevalent in the night sky. We did a lot of prostrating to Mars that summer.

The Goldfinches came back today

The American Goldfinches are back. They are a sight to see. They are very brave and he looked right at me. This year I have string tied all the way around my balcony for the Morning Glories and we were wondering if the birds would use the string for a perch. I love it when I provide a structure for the birds and they behave the way I want them too. They are very keen it seems to please me or perhaps I am just very lucky. For a generally unlucky person my balcony grove which I love dearly seems to be blessed with an abundance of natural things. A Humming bird dropped in to say hello to my husband. I am hoping to get the privilege of witnessing a Humming bird too. Maybe he or she will be back. One can hope and pray.
Last year a Butterfly dropped by my knee to shake himself thoroughly and then go off investigating the sunflowers that were nearby. He/She stayed on my knee for a good three or four minutes. It was a Butterfly I had never seen before.It was yellow and green if I remember correctly.
I am thoroughly enjoying the summer but the humidity is a bit tiring. I would love for someone to do a rain dance right about now. :)
Erika

Erika's Balcony Grove

The love that goes into a Druid Grove is obvious even to the Common Breeding Finches. They are playing along with my aesthetic sense, because while a friend was visiting yesterday a mated pair of finches who were eating from the finch feeder were situated on either side of the feeder in the shape of the human image of a heart.
The sound they make is cheering and very enjoyable.

Erika
Druid of the Ovate Grade. ( The Ovate is the broader part of the leaf.)