This morning golden sunlight on golden fur. As if to fool me into thinking it's the warmest of summer days outside.
It is bitter cold outside. Blades of grass are sugared with frost and the water in the bird bath is solid again.
I cocoon myself in scarf, hat, gloves and coat to venture out into the garden. A bunch of snowdrops and to defrost the bird bath, my small mission. It's thirsty work when you are a bird preparing to build a nest. Flitting branch to branch and darting from tree to hedge, I've been watching them from my window as I work.
There is new growth in the garden. Among the dry browns, a new primrose and a single bluebell emerge.
And back indoors, it doesn't take long for the snowdrops to open up.
In the mean time and because I haven't any new work to show you today. Here are two old paintings of mine which were done for a personal picture book project, a few years back. It got abandoned in dummy book form when I was told by publishers that the illustration style was too old fashioned looking? I also felt my story wasn't strong enough.