It would take us an hour and a half to drive to my Grandparent's farm. With the first steps out of the car, I'd feel the sun on my cheeks and a cool breeze in my hair. I'd hear song birds with the hums of bees hustling around every blossom. The sky was blue and the air smelled sweet. They've long since sold the farm but those quiet day exploring the farm will always be with me.


Love love love! Oh Lysa, this is fabulous! And clean and fresh and lively and fun. So much good energy. I love all the interpretations on bees -- like the hexi hive pattern, so clever. You clearly think wry conceptually about your collections and it serves you well. So pro!!!!           -Elizabeth Olwen