I sketched my neighbor’s just-opening golden forsythia blossoms to go with yesterday’s poem. (Thank you, Amy.)
Today, a poem for the equinox. Tomorrow, a painting to go with it. Happy Spring, everyone!
Today all the text is in the sketch.
I went out early this morning searching the neighborhood and didn’t have to go far to find signs of spring. I sat on a VERY cold rock and sketched these green shoots emerging from the receding snow—somewhat battered but showing promise of imminent perkiness. I so identify.