Last week my neighbourhood looked like this.
And then on Friday night I looked out the window to see about six inches of snow on the ground.
The daffodils were crushed along with new tulips and the next morning when the snow had melted the gardens revealed the damage. Some of the blossoming cherry trees lost branches and some went over and had to be removed.
But now the tulips have recovered and are stretching themselves upward to the sun. Things are getting back to beautiful again.
The daffodils are pretty well toast. But this is not so bad because we have had the pleasure of them for quite a while because of the cool weather.
I have been busy with a bit of travelling to Victoria on the ferry and a bit of looking through old photographs, and I also finished up some income tax stuff and I am also working on an archival project for the Vancouver Children's Literature Roundtable.
So as far as drawing goes I am missing it. But my head is percolating with a story idea and this is good I think.
I wonder if I can pull it off?