Last week at the art class we were painting a snow scene, intended to be a Christmas Card.,
I don't think so! It isnt finished yet, and probably never will be as it is c***
This time last year. This is from our previous home a few miles away from where we are now.
We were snowed in.
The sea today. Calm, the sun shone, there was no wind - I almost considered taking my vest off.
This morning I threw open all the windows, it was so hot! 12th November ? How weird is that!
When I went down to the shed/summerhouse/art studio/drinking den I couldnt see out of the windows as they were all steamed up.
We have roses in bloom. Petunias. Geraniums. Pansies. The grass needs cutting. I am sure I saw a bird with nesting material in its beak.
I have just sorted through all the Christmas Decorations (and filled three bin bags with golds and reds for the Charity Shop.)
Whilst the sun beat down and the birds sang.
Whereas I normally do such tasks with 'In the Deep Midwinter' on the cd player. Or similar. Weird. Or what?