Monday, March 16, 2009
Several years ago, I finally got my act together and planted lots of daffodil bulbs in November, and each Spring they bloom, lighting up my front yard. I think of them as my gift to the neighborhood, and very seldom cut any, preferring to leave them there for everyone to enjoy. Imagine my distress this morning when I looked out the window and saw only 3 tired blooms left. I hope the person who HAD to have them is at least sharing them with someone else. I just want to cry; it's going to take a lot of effort to put this behind me. They're only flowers, I know. But it cuts me to the heart.
Friday, March 13, 2009
My first thought with this blog was to post recently completed artwork, but last week these gorgeous daffodils with the sun shining through them caught my eye, my attention, and my digital camera. I've done lots of little watercolors of daffodils, but none recently. They are just too good not to share. And one does not often see them from the back like this.
These gorgeous Spring days in Northern California are one of the reasons I love living here. The world is fresh and new, even though we have not lived through snow and ice. The air is like a tonic, an elixir; I can't breathe it in deeply enough. And these daffodils are symbolic of that freshness. Enjoy.