Our visit to our summer house brought some surprises. The first thing to greet us was our lovely birch planted five years ago with the top third resting on the ground, damage resulting from an ice storm this winter. I have great hope it will recover. The cover of our wooden garbage box broke in the same storm and the top flew off our compost bin. This is the first spring we were welcomed by any kind of damage from winter storms.
This old lobster trap was nestled in one of my flower beds beside the house. It moved position in the wind and now rests precariously near the edge of the cliff with a sheer drop to the ocean below. A quick replacing was necessary.
While I was busy inside painting , the elements were battling outside. When I looked out I couldn't believe I was seeing snow. After several hours I was sure which elements were winning.
There's no sign of green grass today. It is cold and white.
I'm driving along thinking of all those blog posts I've read in the last several weeks that focused on spring plants in bloom. There's not much colour here but...
the effects of drooping lace make up for the lack of colour.
Beauty of another kind.I'm happy to report that in the midst of all this excitement I finished my last two 10 x 24 paintings which now total 20. It was a good feeling. I can't believe how much more focused I am at my summer studio. The work just seems to fly off the brush. There's something to be said for solitude as an important factor in the creative process.
