Bluebells

The mertensia are almost finished blooming -- many of the flowers have fallen off, leaving only a long, white pistil. These flowers always remind me of my granny, as they grew in abundance around the house where they lived when I was growing up. She was a plant person, too.

Weasel (one of our cats), I fear, is not a plant person. After I had sketched this over the weekend, I put the journal down at the top of the steps, and she barfed upon it. I'm trying not to take it personally.