They were beautiful this year. A warm winter and then plenty of spring rain made for huge blooms, heady with their fragrant sweet scent and the promise of summer. They only lasted a few days, standing tall in the sun and swaying in the soft breeze. Then, as in years before, the hard rains came and mercilessly pounded them until the petals fell, one by one onto the wet earth.
I sit out on the deck every morning the weather permits.
The Mulberry tree is laden with fruit and the birds are drunk on the fermenting
berries. The robins, noisy and happy for the feast are chasing each other
through the trees. This morning a male and female Mallard Ducks were sitting
under that tree. Were they hoping for the tree to relinquish a few berries? I’m
not sure; I don’t live near water so they must have been waiting for a berry
feast. They lumbered off waddling side to side disappointed the tree wouldn’t
cooperate.
Lots of baby birds have been born, Chickadees, Robins,
Cardinals, Sparrows, and a squawky baby Blue Jay. The noisy Wren is
relentless in his call for a mate, I hope he finds one soon. Ah, Spring!
About This Painting:
oil
Media: oil
Size: 6 in X 6 in (15.2 cm X 15.2 cm)
How to Purchase: sold
