I wish I could paint, but alas, I cannot. My sister Judy is a painter, though. And my father was quite the artist. My mother also dabbled a bit, but I think maybe we're all artists of some sort.
If I could paint a picture, I'd paint a simple one of this crocus. I think it's a 'Remembrance' crocus and I found it in my garden one day last week. My husband had found a patch of it in the woods and brought it home to me.
You know he likes doing things like that. And I like it when he does.
Spring is finally here and the crocus are in bloom. Lets breath a deep sigh and know that all is right in the world.
At least for today.