I admit it, I have been distracted.
I consider myself not only an artist, but a naturalist as well. And for people like me, who pay attention to birds and plants and bugs and seasons, this has to be the best two weeks of the year. Here in New Hampshire where I live, it’s that sweet spot when songbirds are arriving and the trees are flowering but not totally leafed out and there are wildflowers and frogs and new things popping up every minute! AND the black flies aren’t quite biting yet.
This morning, just sitting in my house I could hear three new spring warblers announcing that they were back — which fills me with intense joy. They are like old friends who you haven’t seen in a long time and didn’t realize how much you missed until they are right in front of you.
Nature is my touchstone when life brings you bad news or things aren’t going well in the studio or you have just those everyday moments of doubt. There’s such comfort in the reliability of each season coming and going. A tom turkey gobbling in the lower field reminds me that life goes on and this too shall pass. And that green of new leaves and fresh grass — so new, so full of life and promise — refreshes my soul once again.
My cup runneth over with spring.