Today was one of those days when things begging to be drawn popped up all over. At E and B's house this afternoon: baby chicks in many different varieties, fluffy-legged, sleek and dappled, banties, big ones-- all moving constantly and completely unruffled by the two dogs who were nosing their way into the door of the henhouse.
On the coffee table at book club, B had floated three perfect white peonies in water, each in a slightly different stage of ripening.
In the top right corner is a close up of two ovaries surrounded by stamens. You could almost hear them buzzing in the commotion of yellow dust and pearly white petals.