I painted this little watercolor in my journal on Mother's day. We were on Martha's Vineyard and I was thinking of my mom, and listening to the birds. I'm so glad that I recorded the cheerfulness of these little flowers because their memory accompanied me home, and after researching them, I now know that they belong to a plant called the "Moonlight Scotch Broom", and that it was named this for the color of its small, pale yellow flowers which beautifully reflect the moonlight. So, once again, I realize that if I hadn't allowed myself to slow down and paint these stems of pretty little fragrant flowers, I might never have known their story. I can't help thinking about all the simple and natural beauty I miss out on racing through life. It is a balancing act to be aware of.