Preview to
Autumn in Tennessee
As the plane touches down amongst the blue runway lights of the
Nashville airport, I start to feel those butterflies of anticipation
hatching from their cocoons in my stomach. Soon I will be riding
my horses, Incitatus and Bucephalus. I will be painting the cutest,
most nubile and charming southern boys, and also… well,
who knows what wisdom, mischief, and general good-natured mayhem
will be happening over at the Haven for the equinox? And if I
need to get away for peace and quiet and drawing, I have my own
haven: Ladyslipper Farm (I mean, it’s Marcelito’s
too, of course!). And Clover has been holding down the fort, and
waiting for me, I hope. We haven’t talked since the spring…
