I am outside on the deck, watching my husband grill veggies. It is mid-February and this is the first snow-free week we’ve had for a bit. The air is crisp, the sun is out. There is just the right balance of cool and warmth. There is also the constant sound of melting.
If I were back in Manila, without looking for the source, I’d conjure up an image of a Zen fountain. I’m not quite sure it’s the proper name for them, but they have become ubiquitous, just as anything Zen has found its spot on magazine pages and design stores and all that. The fountains come in all sizes too. They can be as big as a whole wall or as little as an ashtray. The whole point was to have the sound of water somewhere in the background. Not for the bladder control challenged.
Back to the sound.
I follow the sound and realize it is the snow on the roof. The sun is doing its job and slowly but surely, the blankets of snow on the rooftops are thinning out. Water is trickling into the gutters. And then I see a patch of grass out on the back lawn, a pair of rain boots that were left outside forgotten as the snow piled layer upon layer every week, a tennis ball that was used as one of the eyes of a snow creature. The other “eye” is still underneath. The corner of an orange shovel peeks through, breaking another expanse of white. Spring must be getting ready for a grand entrance.
So today’s illustration is all about that. It’s the little plant that feels it’s waited too long and has taken advantage of the thaw to take a peek at a world renewed. The very cheeky little girl was inspired by Baby Kara who at 3 months old, seems to have more cuteness than anyone can handle.