Walk Into Spring With My Magic Umbrella

LUSCIOUS drops splattered onto our new umbrella. It was a comfy cover over my husband's shoulders as he walked down the seaside path.

The rain magically transformed white butterflies into rainbow shades.

My husband took a picture of me standing under the umbrella while I watched a bird that is common to the Crescent Beach area.

The heron, often drawn to the same spot, settled comfortably on the rock as if it had just landed in its favorite easy chair.

When the rain stopped, the umbrella dried and its rainbow colors faded.

I wondered how the process worked and learned that hydrochromic white ink or paint is applied over previously painted art that remains hidden until the ink covering gets wet. See how it is done HERE.

Rain not only revealed hidden hues in the umbrella, it trickled life into the barest of trees and nudged the spring in me that needed reviving.

Blooms were materializing throughout the neighborhoods of southwest BC. Some looked fragile ... their petals already dropping.

Winter, like hydrochromic ink, can make all the brightest colors disappear. But the blossoms were back now, wearing pink frilly skirts puffed out like popcorn.

These buttery yellow blooms attracted insects.

A splashy spring needs plenty of rain ...

but sunny daffodils reminded me that the rays are also needed.

If blossoms could talk, the little poem below by author A.A. Milne expresses what they might have said during our walk:

“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
"Winter is dead.”

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