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.)