I rained lightly all night long, and it is still sprinkling out there this morning. My garden is singing. Watering with a hose is a poor substitute for the real thing.

The Sweet Peas are growing, though slowly. I am nurturing a rather powerful desire to see the first bloom. There have been incidents of frustration exemplified by me letting out a little whine,and a tendency to do a little dance of impatience while inspecting the blossomless plants every day. And after you SEE the first bloom, you actually have to wait a day or so for it to really develop its fragrance. At least that has been my observation.

You have to be a Zen Master to be a gardener. I rather fail in the equanimity department most of the time.

So what does one do on rainy days when you aren't pouting about lack of Sweet Pea fragrance?

Why Zentangles of course.

Oh, and for the record, they can also be called Zendalas too.

What I really wish I could do is some true Surreal art. Here is my favorite Surreal artist....

http://www.yerkaland.com/giclee.php

I'm not sure, but I think this is the way my brain is wired. All this stuff looks normal to me! Oh yeah, cities can fly on ships. No problem.

I really AM going to find my html tags to put these web links on here so you can click on them... I just need to look them up and make a list. Since Bloggar went postal on me, I have to re-learn my html.

Anyway, since I am not on the level of Yerka, I content myself with these instead...

[album 65561 Three Zen.JPG]

What is it?

I have no idea.

Don't strain your brain trying to figure it out.

(You need have no worries about that. I won't waste a nanosecond on that fruitless task. I'm not going to cause any problems in that area, don't worry your pea brain, I mean little head about it. I will happily comply with your request.)

Good.

The last thing I need is rogue punctuation turning art critic.