"The thistle's downy seed my fare,
My drink the morning dew;
I perch at will on every spray,
My form genteel, my plumage gay,
My strains forever new."
I am so, so grateful for these busy days in the studio, happily creating. And even when the day's work is done, I steal away small moments to dream of such things, like where a tiny Goldfinch might his treasures keep.