Lying in bed, I can see the very top of the plum tree. Last week, it was yellow, and very pretty, and I thought I should draw it. Today, after the storm, it is bare, and I have stupidly missed my chance again; there is never enough time. Autumn, and it’s beauty, is so transitory. I try very hard to pay attention, but to slips past too soon, and now Halloween is past, and All Souls, and we’ve slipped past the veil into gloom season. I went down to the studio this morning, and it was too dark to see the details on my lino properly, but when I went to switch the light on I realised the light was already on, and I return to bed with a cup of coffee.
Thanks for the mention, Deb.