It was snowing again this morning. The roads were icy, and then slushy. As the day wore on, though, the sun came out. By the time I took the dogs out for their walk at five 0'clock, it looked like summer. There was a slight mist in front of the distant islands, the same way humidity sometimes makes them look in the summer. I tried to take it in as much as I could with the dogs yanking and pulling. I need to make sure I appreciate where I live every single day. None of it is to be taken for granted. After the dogs and I came back, I took a picture of the ice block I dumped out of my trash can. I plan to monitor its demise as the weather warms up.........tangible evidence of the change of seasons.
Lisa was here this afternoon to paint. I did this little watercolor and still couldn't manage to stop soon enough. It's all right, but not anything to jump for joy over. When will I learn to quit while the painting is still fresh?