Irises as the Doorway into Thanks

So neat the things coming to restate, the serendipity of this morning’s meditations, drawn cards. It is wonderful. I had thought I had been missing it. Perhaps, I had only to seek, to see what is ever present.

Rosemary Washington: Chapter Two

Skagit Valley, May morning

Skagit Valley

This week I spent one morning painting in my friend Kitty’s iris garden on Samish Island.  The drive there took me past the farms of the Skagit Valley, one of the most beautiful agricultural landscapes I know.  The views out my car window were amazing enough, but then I arrived at Kitty’s house.  The irises were blooming in a profusion of colors and frills.  Wow.

Kitty’s iris beds, Samish Island

These maroon and gold irises are called “Ancient Echoes.” They are the colors of Buddhist robes. And the team colors of the University of Minnesota’s golden Gophers!

Several women friends dropped in for the painting session.  A fun day of art and conversation.  We all appreciated Kitty’s hospitality and were thankful to be able to experience Nature’s exuberance in this special garden.

My watercolor paintings inspired by the irises in Kitty’s garden. The blue ones…

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Glimmering World

So beautiful!

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This World
by Mary Oliver

I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it

nothing fancy.

But it seems impossible.

Whatever the subject, the morning sun

     glimmers it.

The tulip feels the heat and flaps its petals open and becomes a star.

The ants bore into the peony bud and there is a dark

     pinprick well of sweetness.

As for the stones on the beach, forget it.

Each one could be set in gold.

So I tried with my eyes shut, but of course the birds

     were singing.

And the aspen trees were shaking the sweetest music

     out of their leaves.

And that was followed by, guess what, a momentous and

     beautiful silence

     comes to all of us, in little earfuls, if we’re not too

     hurried to hear it.

As for spiders, how the dew hangs in their…

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29 May 2022

Matched oracle cards this morning and I have a surprise year with purple irises here too

Wendy Martyna

Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink,
taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.

~ Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862),
American essayist, poet, philosopher

Iris close-up

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