Silent Spring

(Nod to Rachel Carson). Been awhile, sorry 'bout that. I didn't have much to say worth saying. But now that spring has sprung I feel more positive.
The fox has been a regular visitor to the backyard; we've seen him several times in the past two weeks. He trots up the path from the lake and heads across to the neighbor's yard. At least I think it's a "he."
3 deer moseyed across the top of the hill in the backyard the other evening, nibbling on tender saplings. I love the reminder that we share this space; indeed, it's more theirs than ours. They are far more comfortable with the environment than we are.
Tiffy stays very close when she ventures outside. She is completely deaf and nearly blind. She's sleeping for at least 20 hours a day, mostly on my bed. She can't jump up onto the sofas anymore, so the stool next to my bed is her only option. She loves being petted these days; a reminder of her connections in her quiet world.
Life goes on; I've swabbed some paint across a few canvases. Mostly for therapy; they are amateur daubs. Starting to consider a large canvas - seeking inspiration everywhere!