The View from Here, Desert Bluebells, Home, AZ
20×16 Oil on Canvas
Home has taken on new meaning in recent days. Contentment is a daily exercise, and rightly so, as contentment produces gratitude. For me, I have a renewed appreciation for what I have, almost to the point of giddy delight. For example, desert bluebells and sunsets.
My wildflower garden has been hit or miss over the years. One spring, just as little beauties were sprouting, my patch of wild ground was mistaken for weeds by diligent yard keepers and accidentally annihilated with weed control. Some years, I have nothing but clover, which smells great but has no showy flowers. But this year, for whatever reason, the blue bell seeds that were dormant in other years had the perfect conditions to grow and bloom. I look down in long shadows of late day, and the flowers seem to glow an electric blue.
And I look up at an Arizona sky, at sunset. There’s nothing more beautiful. Like God Himself saying “It’s going to be alright,” and it is. Now that feels like home.
dh April 14, 2020