It is very rare we get even a single white flake falling in this part of the southern coastal countryside, but today was the exception to the rule.
Still, I made it across the garden and up the snow-covered steps to my studio to work. Even the birds and squirrels who normally chatted with me as I made the trek, cup in hand, had deserted the bushes and trees. Everything was heavy with ice and solemnly quiet.
But, as usual, when I entered the studio to work it was grand.
I am working on three new canvases now, each related to art museums I have visited. It has been months of steady work, and now I am in the final phase of all three…my favorite part after struggling through the difficult middle stage.
There is nothing like a warm cozy studio with work going well on that rare wintry day with snow. Life is good.
Rowena Bacon said:
How lovely you are reaching your favourite part. Hope you are warmer now.