Spring is like a beautiful Spanish orange. It looks good, it smells great, and as the layers are exposed, the promise of what is inside makes my mind work overtime.
We have seen spring arrive in Lonsdale for 43 years, and each time we pinch ourselves to see if it is real. There always is something new to look at. I was standing in our kitchen looking out on a bed of scilla…my blue lawn…and saw sun-light that was so fresh and so intense even the bees were basking in it. Then I saw the most beautiful shadow on our kitchen floor. I had a canvas; I have oil paint, and I went to work…then and there.
I eventually got around to reading the newspaper. My chair was still warm!
Talk soon,
Harlan
