I’m still trying to get the hang of drawing Stella. it’s a challenge to anthropomorphize a cow and make the delineation of accurate and family-appropriate. Hence, Stella has no udder.
But since she’s being a flower, here’s a poem about flowers:
Daffy about Daisies
Debbie’s daffy about daisies.
And for marigolds she’s crazed.
She’s gone kooky for chrysanthemums.
Begonias have her dazed.
She plain mad for pretty flowers:
every petal, stem, and seed,
but detests those dandelions though…
because they’re just a weed.
