This time of year it's rare to find whirly's in any kind of shape to paint unless you had the where-with-all to bring one in and let it dry off in a corner somewhere. And then find it later by accident. Magic.
Watercolor in my journal. If you've been following my story about the first page in my journals, this is now the first page in my old journal - the one I left blank in order to begin that journal.