Sometimes I feel like I live in Dr. Seuss land

In the height of summer

Walking in the garden is grand

The humidity is a bummer

The crepe myrtles have exploded – bright pink

They shed bark like water from a leaky sink

The sunflowers burst over me

They give joy to the bumble bees

Even a century plant displays its blooms

I run

The neighbors help each other – black, white, brown

All creation is in tune

In the forest I see a redheaded woodpecker

Golden retrievers and corgis

Double breasted cormorants diving in all their glory

What could be better

My friends come over and we have a paint party

The paint and the brushes come out as we gather in the garage

We play music

The elements we dodge

It’s interesting what people paint

Birds, bridges, ships, trees, words

Dogs, flowers

In so many colors

All those paintings line the wall

They tell a story of people having a ball

They paint what they see, what they imagine, what they dream

The mind devours

No matter what we paint it can’t compare

To the work of the Creator Extraordinaire

Nature and the people in my life, what amazing creatures

We make gardens and paintings, we run, we bloom like agave americanas and mushrooms

What do we reflect

What do we exude

Something more exquisite, I hope, than even the world of Dr. Seuss