“The smallest sprout shows there is really no death, And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it, And ceas’d the moment life appear’d. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.” – Walt Whitman
The above illustration was sketched from a surprising bloom in the heart of Winter after the winter solstice in 2004. It was a sweet and cheery smile from the cold snowy ground. Delightfully coming up from seed all on its own. I enjoyed sketching it out very much! Though my neighbor thought it was quirky of me to sit in the cold so long to do it. Mind you, it was about two feet away from the dryer vent, otherwise I don’t think it would have sprouted up so early.