It has been a cold winter here in Canberra - we even had snow fall in our backyard! And my studio, being under the house has an exceptionally cold concrete floor and little insulation, so when I am working I have the oil heater cranked up to high right next to me. I think if I could hug it without burning myself, I would.
Every now and then we get those beautiful sunny sunshine days where it is cold but filled with sunny light so it makes you happy and warms you just a bit. The sun floods my studio and onto my page, and I work dancing with shadows cast across the paper from my paint brush. I can feel Spring is coming, but I am tricked into thinking the cold has passed by the burst of yellow wattle blooms everywhere. The jonquils and daffodils opened up over the weekend, when sunshine warmed them up, and yet today the flowers are heavy with rain, their stems bent over, tired from holding such a water soaked flower up.
Today the overcast and dreary sky leads me to drink a kettle full of tea. I drink Lipton's Earl Grey tea, just like my mother has done for as long as I can remember. I used to make her and my Dad a cup of tea in the morning and take it into them in bed when I was young and living at home. Mum takes it strong with milk and just the tiniest quarter teaspoon of raw sugar - barely detectable and yet very noticeable if left out. I have my tea strong too, with milk and a half teaspoon of honey. Yum.
Tea time again... xx H.