Expression is joy. It reminds me of its bliss each time I succumb to take the apron from the nail, loop it over my head and tighten its strings around my waist.
Smoothing it down and a little pert pat, and I sit to contemplate color and creation.
I’ll say “thank you Lord” later, or maybe during too as I sing along to lilting blue lyrics a’la AlisonKrauss.
My happy way of life.
Words and Art, fill my cup to full.