Pretty in Pink

I am tired on a deep level tonight. I need restoration of soul. It is because I miss the sun and its warmth. What to do? Cold, gray most of the day today. Again. Then, the sun peeks out just at the close of the afternoon. I decide to go to an arboratum of sorts, a beautiful garden store with rows and rows of flowers and waterfall fountains. I enjoy the warmth, the oxygen, the bright colors and sounds of songbirds flitting through the greens and florals. It's almost humid.

I decide to buy a songbird CD; I am listening to it now. I walk and walk and walk. Quickly at first, then I lolligag along and stare at pinks and blues I love. And yellows really, really yellow.
I breathe a series of long, contented breaths. A clerk wants to know if I need help. Hmmm, let's not go there. No thanks, I say with a faint smile, and mean it.

I buy a small shocking pink flowery plant. I don't memorize names of flowers. I memorize colors. I take in the deep pink and smile. I'm better.

I am going to try to paint some shocking pink flowers. And listen to my songbirds.

Tonight, I end up spending more time on the pot.... I hope to try again tomorrow. Maybe focus on the flowers....came a few minutes later. I prayed and asked God to help me draw a bloom.