My first entry of the year with already one month gone. This February day is cold but not bitterly so. I sit at a tiny table on the patio, writing in a composition notebook and basking in the intermittent rays of sun while strong northerly gusts sting my face. Winter is considered bleak, but I have not seen the bleakness often described. Instead, I find myself relishing the serenity of my surroundings. The last months of the year pass by in such a blur, but January gives the soul a chance to simply be, lulled by a gentle repose of nature. Nature sleeps and I gather a renewed strength from the quiet reflection and meditation of Winter's world. And I paint on...
You are so right about January. I feel exactly the same way when I can slow myself down enough to relax and enjoy.
I love the bird with the golden foil. Very pretty.
I have so many birds visiting my yard!it feels like spring here in central Texas.
how could I miss this - I love those vibrant colours with the gold paint on the background!
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