I SIT IN MY STUDIO WITH DOORS FLUNG OPEN. OUTSIDE, THE WISTERIA DRAPES AND SWINGS IN THE SOFT SPRING AIR. THE SUN DANCES THROUGH THE SHADOWS AND HIGHLIGHTS THE DEEP RICH SHADES OF LAVENDER. THE SCENT GIFTS THE AFTERNOON WITH A RARE PERFUME. I REACH OUT AND LET THE TENDER BLOSSOMS FALL ACROSS MY PALMS LIKE A FLOWER-FOUNTAIN. SO REFRESHING. A NEARBY WREN DOTS ACROSS A LOW LIMB LETTING ME KNOW THAT I AM WAY TO CLOSE TO HIS NEW NEST.
MY ART MARKS BECOMES SIMPLE, PASTEL, PRETTY. MY SOUL, TOO, DRINKS UP THE MOMENT - FREE FROM THE HUM OF THE TV, LAWN MOWERS AND THE RINGING CELL PHONE. THE AFTERNOON IS OH SO GOOD AND RIGHT - I AM ONE WITH THE BREEZES AND UNDERSTAND THE REASON FOR THE SEASON. I WALK ACROSS THE FRESH CLOVER AND BEND LOW TO YANK UP A SPINY WEED. I CHANGE MY MIND AND REPLANT IT. FOR THIS DAY, THIS MOMENT, EVERYTHING MUST STAY AND REMAIN.
