Tomorrow I'll finish the door, lantern over the door, the window with (driftwood?). I really like how these adobe houses have a courtyard. The front door leads into a private courtyard, and the windows just have sticks of tree branches in them instead of glass.
Today I listened to one of my favorite paint-along CDs: Moon Run by Trapezoid from the Narada Equinox label. The songs are like poetry, and one in particular is a haunting ballad. It is called "In the Hills of Shiloh". It is written by James Friedman and Shel Silverstein. The vocals are beautiful and haunting. I hope they don't mind my typing in the words here:
Have you seen Amanda Blain, in the hills of Shiloh?
Wandering in the morning rain, in the hills of Shiloh.
Have you seen her running down,
Searching through the sleeping town,
In a yellowed wedding gown,
Through the hills of Shiloh?
Have you seen her standing there, in the hills of Shiloh?
Wind a-blowing through her hair, in the hills of Shiloh.
Listening for the sound of guns, listening for the rolling drums
And a man who never comes, to the hills of Shiloh.
Have you seen her haunted eyes, in the hills of Shiloh?
Have you heard her mournful cries, in the hills of Shiloh.
Have you seen her at her door, listening for the cannon's roar?
And a man who went to war, from the hills of Shiloh.
Have you heard Amanda sing, in the hills of Shiloh?
Whispering to her wedding ring, in the hills of Shiloh,
Hear her humming soft and low, poor Amanda doesn't know
"Twas ended forty years ago, in the hills of Shiloh.
Vocals by Cheryl Hurwitz and Anne Louise White
