This weather lark.
A few days ago it seemed that spring was quietly tip-tip-toeing in. Subtle hints of buds and birds evermore present. Seemingly dormant twigs tentatively presenting shoots and tiny leaves. There was an optimistic effervescence in the air.
A swirling mass of bitterly cold winds carrying snow and ice
coating everything in a thick layer of white.
Reminding us that winter has not yet left and she is definitely having the last hurrah.
Decided I will quietly hibernate rather than paint.
Drink tea, listen to the wind singing around the house and down the chimney.
Plan some sketches on new slates, book more art fayres and dream of spring.
How are you dealing with this natural but stark reminder
that the weather is not to be underestimated?
If you are sharing these icy conditions - take care,
stay safe, keep warm.
Edited to add: went back to the painting - except I stayed indoors rather than go to the studio - the paints were calling rather loudly!