The coils are tightening as Spring gets ready to burst into the world. This guy is getting ahead of the pack.
I feel a fairy tale needs to be written about the bugs who live in this little house.
We’re at that part of autumn where even the trees aren’t sure whether they’re coming or going.
These two trees were next to one another.
since I sat down to paint. There’s work going on at the house. I can’t hear music or the TV, and I really do prefer quiet when I read, so now we have a bit of a swirly tree.
We’ll see how it looks when it dries.