I just went outside to get the washing in before it starts to rain. It is bitterly cold today but there has been enough wind to dry my sheets. As I picked up the laundry basket I noticed our local pheasant, Phil, strutting around the garden. He is a regular visitor here but hasn’t come face to face with Rick yet.
I haven’t really been enjoying the weekly art club, the classroom feels a bit enclosed and the still life arrangement the tutor puts together has been incredibly uninspiring. So yesterday I decided to have a bit of a play at home and create a lovely mess with my paints and a water spray. It was fun but it all went a bit wrong so this morning I tried to save the painting by adding some hog weed in the foreground. Flowers and plants have never been my strong point!