Thistledown

Another quiet day, still full of cold. Gill came down to breakfast and found this thistledown tumbling from a vase we had on the breakfast bar. She put a piece of red card behind it and took this image. I took a few more but couldn't better her effort before the down parted company and simply wafted away.
I'd meant to spend the morning working on my book but looked instead at a children's book I started as a few lines of whimsy. Now it's close to 9,000 words and I'm wondering where to take it. I really need an illustrator. Know anyone?