Sketchbook

The March winds are blowing, blowing strong today. I visited the magnolia tree, now in bloom, but the wind on the hill pushed me away from the tree. Instead, I found a spot out of the wind and settled next to some crocus that escaped the garden and grew in the lawn.

The kids tell me a hawk glided right next to me. "Mom I'm surprised you didn't feel it! It was right by your face!"

I was too busy counting petals to notice the hawk. Somehow my crocus has an extra petal in my drawing, but I figure that's for good luck.