A foretelling of wet weather to arrive again this afternoon. The grass is a crunchy, frozen mat but the sun is rising to soon soften it. The doves come in pairs in the morning now along with the sparrows, finches and jays.
I study the sky all day long watching its many changes, last night it held a slender smile of a moon, the Pleiades and Orion; this morning, at dawn, small, gray shells of clouds washed up on a pale horizon.
Each day I explore more of the mysteries of watercolor painting to capture these delights.
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