SNOW STAR THE UNICORN

Snow Star - 11"x14" Acrylics on Canvas

          Another dump of snow - almost 2' deep and still snowing.  Snow Star, one of the elusive unicorns that call Golden Unicorn Farm home, can occasionally be seen cavorting in the deep snowy drifts; she's certainly in her element.  However, although more snow is expected, it's not very likely it will last too long, Snow Star will soon be heading deeper into the forest, especially since her fine white coat really stands out once the snow melts away.  She received a lot of great comments on Facebook about how beautiful she looks and as a result, has been acting a little more vain than usual.  She doesn't want me to sell the painting but that's not up to her; of course it's for sale!  However, since many people visit us during the summer and during our Arts Festival in August, when Sarah has her coffee shop open, are more than a little bit inquisitive and ask if we've seen any  unicorns living here, I'll be having some prints made and also cards.  That way, if they don't happen to see one, they'll have the opportunity to at least buy a card (suitable for framing) and be able to read a brief description of Snow Star on the back.  (If anyone is interested in purchasing the original, a print or a card, please send an email to lenwsherman@gmail.com - thanks.)

          Since the winter has been rather harsh so far, lots of snow and freezing temperatures, foraging for the forest critters being rather difficult, I've been putting some hay out for the unicorns.  Quite a few must be living here because I've occasionally caught glimpses of them as they poke their noses out of the forest to munch on the hay.  They are all equally as beautiful and exquisite as Snow Star; simply phantasmagorical creatures!  I'm considering, since Snow Star was so happy with her portrait, painting the other unicorns as well.  And, most likely, if I don't paint them too, they will think that I'm favoring Snow Star and I can't have that.  I'm not sure if unicorns are nocturnal, but it seems the only time I see them is after the sun goes down, which makes it impossible for me to take any photographs; I don't want to spook them with a sudden flash and have them stampeding through the forest at night; they could really do some serious harm to themselves.

          I guess I'd better end today's blog, from the looks of the falling snow, it's time to clear the walkways and behind the truck.  Also, since the temperature has risen and the hen house has thawed out, I had better clean it and the goat's stall as well ; believe me, 100 chickens do some serious crapping; the manure pile is turning into a small, snow-capped mountain - cheers, eh!