A rainy day in Amelia....it drew a watercolor on my window and
out came this photograph: a watercolor by Mother nature.
Rain is welcome for our gardens, so no complaining. We did have to get up at 4 a.m. or so today to take the early Mayport Ferry on our way to the Mayo Clinic. Among our many blessings here on the Island is our proximity to the world renowned Mayo. There are only a few in the whole U.S.A.
We are but an hour and a half away.
I am chasing down an ailment that has left other physicians muddled.
It has kept me form painting and driving. I am very hopeful though that the answers lie with the Mayo.
The early morning journey was a metaphor for this search. This is the first time we have taken the Ferry in the dark. We were the first car on so got first prize: a premiere view out on the water.
The rain was painting a pointalistic painting on the windows which was had an erie beauty all its own. Suddenly across our line of vision: a long dark silhouette of a ship, like a silent movie film noire.
It slid slowly and soundlessly across the horizon, no lights until the back pilot house
where a few brave lights kept vigil.
Eventually morning light lit the gloom and again, like a metaphor,
reminded us that all things pass and we have but to wait in hope.
I was reminded of that when we went to the garden the next day. Wandering off
while Norm watered everything, I and my camera came upon this lovely sight.
There are really no weeds, everything is a flower, a gift.