This morning I was wandering around the house from one room to another, not settling to anything, not doing anything. Rather like a child, (or the cat?) I kept looking out of the front windows and then the back windows but the weather was the same at both sides of the house. Cold, grey, damp, and did I say cold? It's worth saying twice. English cold. Seeping cold. I stuck my nose outside and withdrew it again.
The last few leaves on my little witch hazel tree hung like limp dirty rags.
I had twenty minutes before I was due to teach a piano lesson.
There was a jar of cleanish, well, only slightly murky, water on my craft table, so I sat down and splodged neat autumn colours onto a page in an open notebook. Weirdly, I could feel my mood lifting as the colours merged and changed where they met...
The piano lesson, as always with this lady, was fun! We both prefer to learn through 'play' rather than slog. Half term next week, and like all teaching staff everywhere, she's done. It's been a tricky and difficult half and, as is so often the case, the break has arrived not a day too soon. So we played!
After lunch I added the leaves;
That's worked out OK. I might add some more leaves and squiggles tomorrow.
(The day ran away with me yesterday, hence no post)
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