Once a year the nearby cottonwood trees send their fluffy seeds into the air. It’s beautiful. Like May snowflakes drifting past my window. Or little magical fairies dancing in the breezes. The white wisps build up in corners and pockets, looking like mini snowdrifts. There’s something deeply comforting about nature’s patterns and seasons; they go on, ignoring human worries and messes. And politicians. Today I delighted in watching the little puffy flyaways float past my window.
Speaking of fluffballs, I am enjoying little cutie house finches at my feeder. Lately mom has been there feeding the kids, newly fledged. I worry about the little one who seems to have a broken leg; it just dangles. It perches OK but there’s no way it can grab the wires on the sides of the feeder to poke around for seeds. But who knows? Maybe it will live a long life. For a songbird.
And lastly these “Fourth of July Roses” are attention grabbers; my generous and hardworking neighbor Lisa planted them along the small road that goes into our marina parking lot. They do look like fireworks! So lovely. Lisa and Maggie and Jake and Steve and Kelly and a whole raft of houseboat dwellers have been sprucing up our docks and walkways. Completely charming.
These are my moments of gratitude today. Things my eyeballs enjoy. And my heart.
7″ x 7″ ink, watercolor, pastel, acrylic on paper = $65