My Afternoon Walk

Yesterday afternoon, just before the terrible thunderstorms which swept through our area, I went for a walk. The first thing which caught my eye were these tresses of blossoms. Aren't they gorgeous? I feel inspired to draw a little fairy with luscious flower hair like these. Some of my best inspirations come from nature herself.


The next thing I noticed was a perfectly shaped daffodil puffer. Yes, puffer! These were made specifically for children (and those young at heart adults), to pick, puff and watch in glee as the little parachuters float away into the air.


Here I caught our black cat Snow sunning herself in my garden. Yes, she was sitting on my catnip plant. Silly me to plant such a thing in my garden!

There was a spat of rain. I hid beneath a tree until it passed, then noticed a bluebell drenched in raindrops. She was so lovely I could not help but to take her picture.

Then I walked home and settled into daily life. That was before the storm struck! The lights flickered, the wind pounded in gusts up to 50 miles per hour. The rain pelted down so furiously it actually pushed itself through the ancient wood of the double hung windows of our old home.

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When I went back outside, it was as though the world sighed in relief. Blue skies accented the dark clouds quickly moving across the skies. They blustered away in an unusual northeasterly pattern signifying the enormous power of the storm. In the front yard I found petals scattered deeply across the grass. And the beauty of a raindrop in the blossoms left behind.

What a wonderful day for a walk!

Barefoot by the River

We went for a long walk. We admired the flowers, and checked out various kinds of bugs. We whistled to the birds, and cawed with the crows. We swung in the swings, we slid down the slides, we climbed the monkey bars.

We threw rocks into the water and giggled at the waves. She and I understood that as the waves shooshed and splashed ashore--the river was laughing with us.

Then on that unseasonably warm spring day, we rested barefoot by the river.

Lavender on Ice

Last Monday I went on a most wonderful walk with my younger sister Clytie. We tromped, cameras in hand, through the empty ruins of a nearby mega church (with permission, of course).

It is amazing, that in the presence of so much vandalism and ruin, one can find such beauty. The snow began to fall, touching our world with its special magic. Snow has the ability to transform ordinary things into extraordinary objects. It enhances beauty into absolute splendidness. (I know there's no such word--but in this case, only a made-up word fits!) (grin)

Here you see Lavender on Ice--if you look close enough I believe you can actually see the intricate shapes of the snowflakes.