Snow on the pansies, and beloved posts

John's pansies in a silver jug

watercolour and marker

on watercolour paper

6 x 10 inches

Barbara Muir © 2013

(I took a new photo today in daylight.

Much more like the real painting!)

Over and over again on Facebook we're getting exclamations
on the late snow.  Today I woke up to the sight of
snowflakes outside my window. Again.  These poor
pansies.  My friend John brought them to dinner two weeks
ago, and frankly it's lucky they're in a pot and not the ground.

They've had some vacations on the back porch.  I had to bring
them in on more than one afternoon because it was too hot!
Then bam, freezing cold and in they come.  Yet still they keep
putting out flowers and more power to them.  I picked some to
put in this lovely little antique, silver jug.

I'm posting tonight, even though the doctor had to come
again today because my horrid cough would not disappear.
More antibiotics were ordered and bought and here we go
again.  For a healthy person this is dragging on and on.

But yesterday my husband, not a saint, gave me a sweet
compliment.  He said that when I don't write my blog, he
feels sad the next morning.  I didn't know that he reads the
paper and my blog with his morning coffee, and misses
my contribution when I don't post!  How adorable.

This from a fellow who has been known to make scary
faces when a work I'm developing is not at a perfect
stage.  So all the more moving.  Before I take the antibiotic, the
evening's cough syrup and head to bed -- here it is for you
Steven.  Apparently the temperatures are going up again
tomorrow.  Maybe both of us will feel much better and be
able to join the pansies on the back porch, and watch the
neighbourhood children digging for worms in the garden
for a school project. That would be bliss.

Have a getting-out-into-the-spring-world day.