With an early snow already on the ground and icicles decorating the rooftops, I walk slowly around the frozen landscape and stop to listen to the rustling sound of the remaining seed pods on the mimosa tree as the cold north wind blows with huge gusts. The sound always has reminded me of the pair of red castanets I would enjoy vigorously shaking to hear their rattling as a child. Working outdoors in the winter is always a challenge. My hands are freezing but the sun is quickly melting the snow and it is changing what I am trying so hard to capture with my paint, so I work as fast as I possibly can with fingers that can barely move. A wonderful old Christmas carol, a favorite, fills this moment, “Oh Holy Night”. The powerful words with a full chorus of angels singing within the confines of my mind are as clear as the sounds of the seed pods I heard earlier, and now become my warmth and tenacity to finish. “Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth. The thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks, a new and glorious morn!”
I send my best wishes to everyone. I want to thank you for following my life as an artist and writer through reading and sharing this blog. May the New Year bring you much happiness and prosperity.
Nice!!!!
Sharon,
It’s absolutely beautiful. So peaceful. Miss seeing you guys. Ron still talks about your dog. I may have to get him one! Merry Christmas!!
Hey Sharon, your painting is gorgeous, as usual!! The most blessed Merry Christmas wishes from me to your family at this most wonderful time of the year!! Love, Barbara
Amazing I love it. It is lovely like th previous ons i have seen.
I love the early Winter and glad to see you taking advantage of it . Your thoughts make the painting oh so special. Merry Christmas