This week I spent one morning painting in my friend Kitty’s iris garden on Samish Island. The drive there took me past the farms of the Skagit Valley, one of the most beautiful agricultural landscapes I know. The views out my car window were amazing enough, but then I arrived at Kitty’s house. The irises were blooming in a profusion of colors and frills. Wow.
Several women friends dropped in for the painting session. A fun day of art and conversation. We all appreciated Kitty’s hospitality and were thankful to be able to experience Nature’s exuberance in this special garden.
by Mary Oliver
It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.