in a crowd of flowers
Looking at this photo I feel as if I can almost tell you just what that flower feels like, slowly and gracefully unfurling in the afternoon sunlight, as the chilly spring wind encourages it to dance along to the song of spring. Perhaps I don't have to try to convey what I think that flower feels like, maybe you can feel it, too? Spring is such a wonderful reward after winter, when everything wakes up and comes to life, even I feel as if I am waking up and coming to life again, even though this is the first time in my life that winter wasn't five long months of waiting for spring. Over the weekend we did get a taste of the winter we missed (or didn't miss), we drove right into winter late Thursday night, how ironic that it was the first day of spring, when we made it back home to Pennsylvania, snow, snow, and more snow. So, yesterday afternoon I should have been packing up art supplies, writing a class description for a week long workshop in FRANCE next May *, catching up on projects, emails, etc... but how could I when the sky, the flowers, the birds were all calling us out for a picnic? Do you know how wonderful it is to sit in the warmth of the sun as nature all around you is waking up? I do.
Arfest starts in just a week so this will be my last post for awhile. Not that I have been posting very often, sigh. Oh, besides, what would I write that hasn't already been said here or somewhere else? We are all just full of recycled thoughts and feelings, aren't we? Thoughts and feelings that our great aunt Millie or grandma Betty once had, but perhaps didn't so openly share? I wonder if they, too would have blogged if blogs were around then? What would they have shared here if this was their space? Maybe much the same, what do I know. So, I guess I could tell you about our visit home, how the long ride is both so draining and inspiring, I could try to sort out all of the tangled thoughts in my mind and turn them into words that just maybe could inspire you or make you see something from a different perspective, I could show you photos of my dear little girl, with her new gaping smile, I could share with you my bittersweet feelings about this stage of motherhood, 
I could show you some of the work I have created and hope to sell at artfest, I could tell you that in just a few days I will be turning 32 and how how that really doesn't have much meaning to me, I could post a poem that resonates with me or even try to write one... I could ramble on and on, but there is a little boy in the kitchen waiting patiently for me to join him at the play table, where he has been working hard on building a train with moon sand. So for now I will just say see you soon, and in case I don't see ya...good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight.
* I will post more about this exciting news soon...but please feel free to email me if you have any interest at this point. A week together in France...playing, exploring, painting, dreaming, creating, eating......imagine!
