Winter wanted to remind us it still has a way to go! I’d begun the day in the studio, trying to draw in the still life I’d set up. But I had to give up after an hour. Felt like I was fighting a cold or the flu. Tired, achy, sore throat. I put my brush away and came inside. Went to bed and was soon joined by my 3 cats. My little nursemaids.
Snoozed about an hour, then got up, feeling a lot better. That’s my “secret cure” — just go to bed! Knocks out everything. Anyway, by then we’d gotten 4 or 5 inches of snow. Feeling rather perky, I donned my “snowplowing apparel”: Arctic boots, insulated snowpants, down coat, gloves, earplugs, ski goggles and a half-mask with cartridges that filter out nasty smells. My eyes and nose would burn for 2 days otherwise.
The driveway’s 1/10th of a mile, so it takes a while to do. Refilled all the bird feeders. I felt impatient to get out to the studio, so I skipped shoveling the path to the compost pile. Here’s a snapshot of the path. The possums appreciate when it’s shoveled, by the way:
Back in the studio, I worked until it got too dark to see. I’m surprised I got as far as I did. Stay tuned for more!
Margie Guyot Art 