Weekly Watercolor: Walking in the garden at twilight

A friend said recently that she’s often absent minded. I said, I prefer to say I have a lot going on in my head and thus I might seem forgetful. Again Wednesday has passed me by without posting art from my dad. I had it on my task list – but didn’t check my task list yesterday. I even was 45 minutes late to my regularly scheduled (as in I’ve been doing this for years) writing call. Just simply forgot. 

We just need to extend grace these days, don’t we. To be kind to ourselves and others. To the tired parents; to the weary extroverts and introverts; to the overworked medical people; to those who have been furloughed and are feeling bored and bereft.  

Whatever stage of emotion you’re in – or if you’re feeling many emotions – take a few moments to walk in this garden at twilight that my dad painted. I love its atmosphere and beauty. The colors and textures and mixture of plants and trees.   

What do you hear in the whispers of the wind as you walk in the garden at twilight?