Gratitude

One morning a couple weeks ago, I squatted at the base of  the rain barrel and tucked a bucket under its spigot. I was in the middle of ferrying clumsy buckets of water over to a small pool for the ducks, who were still being housed in the barn at night and grazing in their adjacent pen during the day.

I looked up from my bucket at the marvelous sycamore that stands above the duck pen and that watches over the forest garden. It’s grey-white limbs with peeling bark spread like magic wands in all directions.

The ducks wandered out of their pen to graze on fresh spring grasses and dandelions. I was glad that they had a moment to eat some fresh greens. As my bucket filled, I too spilled over with gratitude at the simple yet stunning scene. So, I attempted to illustrate it here. 

Have a beautiful Monday and Happy Memorial Day!