Until we meet again...

 

This is the newest creation off my easel titled, "Private Showing". 

 

 

What a weekend uh?  It was Alaska hot and we were all good and ready for it.  I enjoyed it, don't get me wrong.  My book and I were snuggled nicely in the hammock as the sun beamed down.  But still...

 

Okay, no don't be a hater but there is always a twinge of sadness when the snow begins to melt.  I love winter!  The quiet, the safety in the woods, the colors of blinding white with crisp blue sky.  But what can I do.  If I had been standing in a line for tea on May 18th when the giant, gorgeous flakes were tumbling down I would have kept me joy to myself!  Can you image the scuffle if I smiled brightly and said, " Isn't it beautiful?" Ugly, nothing but ugly.

 

Summer lovers have a hard go of it here.  I understand how itchy it is for them when the snow continues to fall in May.  But must I squelch my love for the last snow flake?  What's an artist to do? I painted snow and ice.  The polar bear and I commiserated over the demise of winter.  No more Northern Lights, no more hot chocolate by the fire.  No more brilliant days of skiing.  I get it, it's over for now.

 

I do love the heat from the sun it's true.  I will now hike with bear spray and slather myself with sun block.  Mosquitos will seek to kill when I walk in the woods and I will be happy. But there is still one tenacious pile of snow in my woods.  If you'll excuse me it's time to go and cheer it on.