Does not notice me
Recovering from double pneumonia that I caught over the weekend somehow. There has been an epidemic of it around here as of late from what my brother tells me in the ER. So I’m taking it very easy and doing what my body tells me to do, be slow and comfortable and enjoy the beginnings of spring.
Forsythia is a beautiful blooming bush from the Olive family. It blooms without leaves early in spring with yellow / golden four petal flowers and is a delight for my mind to run around in the branches seeing them arc and dart and entwine. this is the second year that we have been able to see it bloom outside our bedroom window. I decided to do some sketching and relax. All the hard work I’ve put in is still moving along even when I get put down and have to stop. It all keeps going.
My son, being the 6 year old boy that he is, decided it would be fun to break one of the huge flower pots we had out back. It was the one that caught my eye when we were out searching and when I realize that this would be our new home. He didn’t realize how sentimental it was to me. All was not lost however since I remembered that it could be turned into a fine grog and mixed in with my new works. Now the pot can live on in new forms and be a part of someone’s life. So now, not only does my time, my effort and my soul go into my work, but the sentiment of my home and current studio as well.