Spring

Winter barely happened here in the desert making Spring unremarkable.

There was once a strong force of three. Mom, myself, and daughter. Mom's brain has faded too much for me to care for her needs; she's now in a Board and Care home where I know she's being well cared for, but a part of me feels like I've given her up for adoption.

Since Dad's transition fourteen years ago, and Roger's four years ago today March has been a time for reflection. But this year there have been pleasant distractions in the reflection pond. The studio is up and running and I've turned my bedroom into more of a sanctuary than messy studio.

Sometimes being puffy with satisfaction is all one needs.

There are always blue skies ahead . ..

(except for the ducks in the pond, all images were photographed in and from my backyard.)

March!

Where did February go? I assumed that I had blogged last month but I see that I was mistaken. Plans went awry that's for sure. Mom didn't end up going into a Board and Care home that my brother and I had lined up in December. Instead she fell again and this time fractured her pelvis. So, not only has Alzheimer's wiped out her memory now her bones are breaking. It's a very sad time made more so when we visit her in a nursing home. It's not the place we had hoped she would end up in.

I've never been drawn to Heart shaped anything but suddenly hearts seem to be appearing everywhere. While I was sorting thru art supplies a few weeks ago a container of foam hearts fell out of a box and the tiny hearts seem to have drifted throughout the house; they show up in the unlikely places. A key ring with a silver heart was discovered in a drawer in the dresser. Yesterday at the La Quinta Art Festival  I saw quite a few heart shaped art pieces and this morning when I was moving some things on my desk the above arrangement was on a canvas. Okay. Someone loves me! I believe! After seeing a lot of paintings yesterday Stacy informed me last night that I should make a painting for her and it should be a heart.

The dried roses in the photo are from a bush that bloomed on the day Roger died three years 

ago this month.

Know that you are loved!