Grey and green. That seems like a good summary of the past week. The weather is definitely grey (gray if you prefer) and cold and wet. It's the kind of weather that slows everyone's pace. Mine for sure. I wasn't idle at all but my days moved slowly. I'm feeling a little computer fatigue too. So much effort sometimes with hard to recognize results.
The natural world is waking up around me. Slowly and surely, there is more green and bits of colour all around. I brought my camera on my walk with Meeko yesterday, as I had seen wildflowers the day before. I almost walked right past them as everything was tightly closed. Even the plants miss the sunlight.
It's not just me. Even Meeko looks like he's in a pensive mood. Mind you, I don't spend as much time thinking about robins, seagulls, dog biscuits and squirrels as he does.
When Chloé was little, I sometimes called her Mademoiselle Mélasse (Miss Molasses) as she had a slow way of doing things. I think I would carry that name well too sometimes. I am slow and deliberate in my thinking and my artwork. I have been working on a painting this week, slowly but happily. Here's a little peek at a corner of it.
"Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help."