I am stunned by, and everlastingly grateful for, the response to Willie’s death. Someday I will be able to thank you adequately. Someday, just not yet today.
Today this is what I can do: Post photos of colorful things. My brain is working on another blog, about us and dogs and grief and love. Soon.
Here is Bloodroot, which is spreading all over the hill behind our house, thanks to ants, who eat an organ called an elaisome on the seeds, and then toss the seeds in the ant trash heap. It’s white flowers lighten up an otherwise drab hillside, and it’s spreading like crazy.
Scilla siberica also immigrates itself all over our gardens. But it’s impossible to have too much, so I keep transplanting the little bulbs to new places. I adore it almost as much as does a species of a small, native bee.
A fox or coyote left this bittersweet pile of pheasant feathers for us to marvel at in Walking Iron Park.
Here’s Pasque flower, in full bloom right now. One of my favorite harbingers of spring. I love the subtle lavender petals and bright yellow center. Look closely and you can also see the fuzzy leaves. The sweetest sign of spring ever.
We colored some eggs with our dear friends D & J. It’s an Easter ritual for us–good to keep those traditions going.
I hope that you are treasuring the color in your life right now.
More next week, and thank you again dear friends.