I love our rich rainy days here on the Island and how the heavy grey clouds hug us close–we’re shrouded in a cloak of sweet fog, the only morning sound, the blast of the distant ferry warning “we’re coming through, watch out!!”
The high-pitched screech of the eagle cuts through the drip of the raindrops. They’re looking to nest and fighting off a seagull coming too close. The robins are everywhere, so busy, busy, busy. And the hummingbirds, so tiny but so loud as they swoop and forage. Everyone’s building nests.
We can’t wait for the swallows to return to us. Their three grey simple wooden houses are waiting, perched up above the the beach rock first floor to the safety of the grey shingled second story. They come back every year but we always wait with bated breath and wonder, “will they come back?”
Here comes Spring.
The daffys, a little wet and bedraggled have pushed through the damp soil in the little garden behind our old stone house, sunny and yellow. The age old camellias are a-blooming, red and pink and another pink right on cue.
On the porch, the purpley blue hyacinths in their purpley blue hand hewn wooden planters waft their perfume into the front hall every time we open the door.
“After The Rain, A Spring Serenade,” my new painting on frescoed panel, inspired by the rain and the garden and bird friends!
I’m delighted to be part of Museo Gallery’s beautiful Garden Show-my 5th year. It opens April 5.
Please join me in celebrating Spring and all the wonderful artists at this joyous show!