“Luuuuuuv-leee! Sravani’s reel — invites, engages — excites!” Thalia admires her paint-speckled fingers. “That! Was! So! FUNNNNN!” “Why am I hungry for an omelette scrambled with hobby-farm-eggs?” Cal spits on a tissue and dabs at Tal’s dotted cheeks. “Creating the meadow… REALLY fun.”
Where is that meadow?
LOVE the field of flowers, Gail! Sravani's technique suits you!
A spectacular meadow indeed! Love this “Nick!”
Well done Typist/Paintist!
Poetry:
Green Grass Meadow by Broken Pieces
The green grass meadow where I go to play,
A place where I can take my fears away.
A place where the sun always shines brightly,
And the grass kisses my skin ever so slightly.
The beautiful flowers brightly in bloom,
I don’t have to worry about the coming doom.
The sky so brightly blue above,
It makes me feel so in love.
Here in the meadow I am not alone,
Because here with me are my friends I call home.
Together we lay in the grass having fun,
Pointing at clouds and admiring the sun.
Beautiful splash of colors. A meadow of rainbows that dance in the breeze. Wishful thinking where you are isn't it? I hear anyways.
Your flowers are gorgeous, as are Sravani's!! They make me hungry for spring!