Scanning the ink and watercolor sketches from Tuesday, I learned again about leaving room at the gutter. Tonight I drew faint pencil lines in both books that will remind me to leave an inch margin.
When the granddaughters visited us, they picked all our daffodils with very short stems. I made them quit when there were only a few left. I should have kept my mouth shut. What's left doesn't look good anyway. It was a good daffodil year, anyway, more blossoms than ever before.
