The Sounds of Spring
It’s heaven to sleep with the windows open, and to hear the first bird singing its little heart out just before sunup. That bird was the thing that woke me this morning, but I must have been well-rested, because I smiled to myself listening to the singing. It seemed to be saying “Come on everybody! Can’t you see it’s daytime?” I don’t hear roosters in our neighborhood, which seems odd to me. We are far enough out from town that I’d think there would be.
So here it is almost noon and there’s a symphony of bird sounds, the buzzing of bees and wasps, and the occasional deep notes my wind chimes from the gentle breeze. The windows and doors are open still, because the weather is perfect.
Yesterday we did a major dirt-moving and planting project. First thing this morning I did all my outdoor chores that couldn’t wait until tomorrow, because the rest of the day will be spent in the studio.
The painting above is one of my Ritiuals Series, which can be seen at Michael Murphy Gallery in Tampa, Florida.