
I’m feeling especially thankful for the time Carlos has had off these last few days.
We have been able to wander without hurrying, follow the roads where they lead us, and stop whenever something catches our attention. Yesterday brought rocky cliffs crowded with cormorants, puffins tucked together on a ledge, fur seals along the shore, and small green things growing wherever they could find space among the sand and stones.


Today, though, we are staying home.
Rain is settling over the island, and it feels like the right kind of day for a warm mug of coffee and a quiet sit in front of the fireplace. I keep thinking about everything we saw yesterday, especially the pockets of color scattered through an otherwise muted landscape.
Along the beach, greens pushed up between driftwood and volcanic stones. Tiny flowers appeared among the rocks. Beach peas bloomed in shades of violet, lavender, and magenta, which were lovely to see and even lovelier to smell. They are also the subject of my latest paint making experiment.



The gathered blossoms are now at the beginning of another journey, this time from flower to pigment and, perhaps, eventually to paint. I never know exactly what color a plant will surrender once the process begins. The vivid purple in the petals may remain, shift completely, or disappear into something quieter.

That uncertainty is part of what keeps me curious.
For now, the experiment can wait. Today is for coffee, rain against the windows, a warm fire, and gratitude for time spent adventuring together.
