I know lots of folk find it bothersome, and inconvenient, but I love it. I love mucking around in it, watching it fall, looking at the shapes it forms, and watching how it affects everything it touches.
The last couple of days I have spent the mornings walking with Stan. Out to Highbury Park, and further to Holders' Wood. These Daphne (?) blossom looked beautiful with their icy covering.
It's been a quiet time since December. Christmas felt like being trampled by a herd of elephants, and I've been happy to potter in the studio and make plans for the coming year. There are a few prints in production, and several irons in the fire.
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