Song of Solomon 2:11-13
11 See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. 12 Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. 13 The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
I look forward to spring every year. Truth is, I like seasons. So, in the late summer, I look forward to autumn. But this year more than any I can remember, I look forward to spring—the bright green of the grass and trees, the yellows and pinks of the flowers. The previous year has been difficult for everyone, some more than others. Somehow I feel like the arrival of spring will help me REALLY feel like there is light at the end of the tunnel.
But here in the Pacific Northwest, it is slow in coming. Yes, we have had some warm and sunny days. But then the next day is cold and dreary and rainy again. It is usually spring-like here at this time of year. I’m impatient. We have a frost warning for tonight. Seriously?
I have been keeping very busy, so it’s not that I’m bored. I have been cooking a lot. A Lot. I have caught up with my scrapbooking. I have been thinking and planning. I have been enjoying our 3-year-old great grandson, and his new baby sister—in person and through pictures.
My art has helped me maintain sanity, I suppose. I have to tell myself that I’m still not that GOOD at it—that, mainly, I enjoy the process and am okay with the finished product.
Here are some recent works:
The last one here, the Eurasian Blue Tit (I know, but it’s short for “titmouse” and it really IS its name) is not a bird I have ever seen—I don’t think we have them in America. Here is the reference photo (the real bird that provided the reference for the painting):
So, come on, Spring. I don’t ask for much, just warmth and sunshine!
I know, it WILL come....
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