Unfolding in its own time . . .

After last weekend’s snow storm the yard looked like it had been covered with whipped cream.  The sun is higher in the sky and the days are getting longer and a white-throated sparrow and a Carolina wren have made it to the feeder in anticipation of spring.

Work continues on the garden book mentioned in the last post.  Once the final idea was set I had hoped to have the book completed in 1 to 2 weeks.  No such luck.  Making a book is like trying to fix a car – once you get under the hood you find other problems that need to be taken care of before you can finish the job.  This past week was spent painting and re-painting some of the same landscapes over and over before realizing that the landscapes were too heavily painted.   Nearly all the landscapes have been re-painted to match the watery flower pages.  The images relate to one another better and successfully tell the story of waking up in a garden.  Now I am ready to start lettering the text.

My intention when creating this blog was to update it weekly.  In reality it will be more pertinent if updates are made when I have more to show and tell.  So, like the arrival of spring, it will happen in its own time . . .

Thanks for reading this, Nancy

my website  www.nancyleavitt.com Priscilla Juvelis  www.juvelisbooks.com

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One Response to Unfolding in its own time . . .

  1. Your house in the snow looks like something out of a fairytale! Almost makes me miss all the snow that have lost in the past 24 hours. It is raining at the moment. Sping unfolds!

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