When I open my front door I step into a cloud of purple fragrance. It is sweet and intoxicating. At my feet the bees are getting drunk on the nectar from the hyacinths. My window boxes are an open bar with an infinite tab.
I love to see the bees waltz, bourrée, and fox trot around the hyacinths, muscari and daffodils.
Sometimes, when I'm stuck in my studio with a fog of thoughts and worries clouding my senses, I think I hear the flowers knocking on the door, wanting me to come out to play.
So, the other day I did.
I drew a fairy, and she and I cavorted with the spring flowers for an afternoon.
