Daddy Long Legs in the Milkweed
It’s been a good day so far, though I don’t want to jinx it by saying so. I’ve kept up with my commitments and obligations, including the commitments and obligations I made to myself. Sometimes those are the hardest to puzzle out.
The day was going along to the script, ahead of schedule even. I had finished working, and did my reading early. I got behind with the writing though, and then into the drawing. Hit the point in the schedule where I should have lunch and take a walk, but I wasn’t hungry due to stomach issues, so I decided to do the walk.
It occurred to me to grab my pencils and sketchbook and walk to patch of prairie where I found the milkweed plants. I have since learned that my son’s teacher has gotten her hopes up to find a Monarch–they apparent lay eggs and hatch in the spring. I have however gotten interested in botanical illustration lately, and so I thought I could at least sit in the grass and sketch some plants.
I ended up sitting in the shade of a gnarled old pine that stands watch at the edge of the prairie. The cicadas are singing in a small copse of trees to my left. A cool gentle breeze is blowing in from the south east. Dragonflies hover in the sun above the grass while helicopters pass overhead.
