"Two Hemlocks", ink & watercolor (listed in the shop)
Yesterday I gave some thought to what today's post might be, but the unfolding
of the day took me in other directions. I opened my eyes at dawn to hemlocks
heavy with snow. By mid-day, thick mists had settled into the forest.
I took a short morning walk around the garden, sliding on slush and sinking into
mud, and noticed the daffodils bent to earth.
The first load of next year's wood was delivered, and yesterday I moved the pile
back to make room for one more load. It was dry and ready to stack in the shed,
until today that is. A few sunny days will be enough to dry it out again so I can
stack it for winter.
It was surely a morning for a long warm-up by the wood stove. Pasha was
in and out, often curling on his little rug by the fire between cold outings in
drizzle. On one outing, a lengthy avalanche of wet snow cascaded to the ground,
sending him for cover. Soon afterwards he was inside and in need of attention. This is often my view when he has settled on my lap and relaxed into purring. Moments later,
though, he jumps down and rings the door chimes to go out....
In the relative dark of the morning, I was struck by the contrast
of in and out.
Slowly, white snow gave way to blurring mists, and the day softened
into muted tones of grays and browns and greens.
Late in the afternoon, I went out to greet the dusk, and was drawn in by the
forest's veiled and shining beauty. A peek just beyond the trees - a little bit further,
and without noticing, I was in the depths of mists and emerald green enchantment.
A few images painted years ago when I first moved here were clearly inspired
by just this kind of day. I enjoyed finding these again, having not looked at them
in a long time. I really SEE them now.
"Hemlocks & Birches", ink & watercolor (listed in the shop)
There might be nothing as beautiful in this forest as days of low light and lingering
mists - it seems the damp brings out the woodland's sylvan mysteries.