Today, on her first birthday, an angel died.
The day is Easter-colored with cobalt blue sky; bright fresh green leaves; magenta azaleas and redbuds; white lily of the valleys, dogwood blossoms; tulips and bleeding hearts; chirping finches and flitting sparrows.
I was compelled to write a message to someone, and then remembered I could post to my blog. ::Happy::
My cheeks ache from smiling so hard at my mom; she wants to be able to talk with my brother’s cat to find out what [the cat] wants in her life and what she’s thinking. This is out of seemingly nowhere as she hasn’t seen my brother in over a week and hasn’t seen Marvi in months (sometime last year). And all the more precious since, up until roughly two decades ago, for most of her whole life, she had decided she didn’t like cats (compassion + tiger spirit). And then fell in love with our first cat, and fell in faster in love with our second. <3
It’s midas moment and the geese are in it and the beginning-to-blossom trees are bright white, the evergreens are saturated pine, and the sky is a gorgeous cobalt.
*6:55 pm caught another midas moment near GW parkway; all the bare branches velvet mauve and burnished gold, so bright by the cobalt sky.
Discovered the reason the daffodils in the front yard are all looking so subdued is because a little girl in a bright pink jacket has been swooping in (she was in and out before I had time to think “hey—”) and collecting all the perky-looking blossoms. It’s probably okay; my best guess is that she’s taking them home to her mother, and that’s a pretty fair outcome for spring flowers, no matter how and who carefully planted them.
Another gorgeous spring-is-early day; look alive, daffodils! It’s an amazing world. And I’m wearing a dress.