No canoeing today
... for it is wet, though not as wet as it was this morning. The bluebells are out in selected patches of the woods, though only in the sheltered spots so far. The word is going around that the bluebell season will be short this year, because everything is coming into flower late after the cold spring.
I'm not sure. Often the bluebell season is cut short by dryness, and it's definitely not dry. But the flowers are late. The primroses are flowering in pale greeny-yellow abundance, and the blackthorn is still in bloom! I think of blackthorn as a March flower...
Rosie is definitely slowing down a little. I wish I knew how old she was, but since she was a stray, I'll never know that. But since I adopted her in December 2013, and I thought she might be about 5 then, she's maybe 9 or 10 now. It's hard to tell with a pale cream dog, but I think her muzzle has gone white. I wonder though, if she is actually a few years older than I thought: 9 is young for slowing down in a whippet X.
We are studying raindrops on flowers in art class next week. I must dig out some photos as references.
I worked on a large painting I've been fiddling with for a while today, but it's still far too unfinished to photograph. Here's one I made earlier:
Maglor, Maedhros, Elrond and Elros upon the coast of Beleriand, when far away, the great fleet of the Teleri, bringing the armies of Valinor, arrives at last. Leather armour and deerskins, and clothes that don’t quite fit because they are living in hiding in the woods (plus, Elrond and Elros are 13. Elros will grow into those baggy trousers, and someone needs to make Elrond a bigger shirt! )
I had such a clear vision of this in my head, I tried to draw it three times. This is the best version I managed, though as usual, photographing the image has changed it in odd ways: the contrast and the colours look a little different to the camera lens than to the eye, no matter what I do!
It's hard to draw tiny faces. Colin the Art refuses to draw faces that are less than 3.5 inches across because of the Tiny Faces Thing, and these are about the size of my thumb.
I'm not sure. Often the bluebell season is cut short by dryness, and it's definitely not dry. But the flowers are late. The primroses are flowering in pale greeny-yellow abundance, and the blackthorn is still in bloom! I think of blackthorn as a March flower...
Rosie is definitely slowing down a little. I wish I knew how old she was, but since she was a stray, I'll never know that. But since I adopted her in December 2013, and I thought she might be about 5 then, she's maybe 9 or 10 now. It's hard to tell with a pale cream dog, but I think her muzzle has gone white. I wonder though, if she is actually a few years older than I thought: 9 is young for slowing down in a whippet X.
We are studying raindrops on flowers in art class next week. I must dig out some photos as references.
I worked on a large painting I've been fiddling with for a while today, but it's still far too unfinished to photograph. Here's one I made earlier:
Maglor, Maedhros, Elrond and Elros upon the coast of Beleriand, when far away, the great fleet of the Teleri, bringing the armies of Valinor, arrives at last. Leather armour and deerskins, and clothes that don’t quite fit because they are living in hiding in the woods (plus, Elrond and Elros are 13. Elros will grow into those baggy trousers, and someone needs to make Elrond a bigger shirt! )
I had such a clear vision of this in my head, I tried to draw it three times. This is the best version I managed, though as usual, photographing the image has changed it in odd ways: the contrast and the colours look a little different to the camera lens than to the eye, no matter what I do!
It's hard to draw tiny faces. Colin the Art refuses to draw faces that are less than 3.5 inches across because of the Tiny Faces Thing, and these are about the size of my thumb.