15.3.09

Noll: All the Colors of the Rainbow


Today, with the temperature a balmy 60 and the wind gently blowing, I rolled in the earth, I nibbled at the emerging catnip. My spirit soared at what I saw.

The daffodils and tulips are punching through the soil. A lone golden crocus blooms over Rascal's grave. Two white primroses have unfolded. The birds are a united twitter.

Though nature's pallet remains mostly hues of brown, green and a faded sky blue, earth slowly is squeezing out her remaining colors. No matter, I am all the colors of the rainbow today. The colors of life flow in my veins. For now, that will suffice.

3 comments:

STUEY said...

Stuey and Simba and Kia want to be like Noll --- just like a rainbow!

Naoma said...

I loved the story. The writing
is remarkable and takes one right
into the story! Have you ever
written a book?

Elyse K said...

Your very own emerging catnip garden ... mew are one lucky kitty, Noll!

Meows,
Cassie (and Elyse)