A Wonder of Peach Pink

The Pink Full Moon. And with it our peach tree, only just starting to relax from her glory as the moon hits full. We do some studies. Peach blossoms- our tree’s anyway- are not so much peach-coloured as pink except just at first a very pale shade, then developing into rather a deep rose with carmine centres. I’ve used the peach blossom quite a bit in my work- one of those things you just want to keep painting fresh as it reappears each year, just as I do with the birds. The whole buds and blossoms for about 3 1/2 weeks. It’s still quite cool, so getting out to sketch is temperature dependant. Fortunately the tree is right outside the kitchen window so working from inside is an option. In this drawing the blossoms are at different stages from earliest to pretty late. I haven’t decided whether or not to fill in the birds.

Flowers are such abstracts, as are autumn leaves. If you saw one of these just on it’s own without background, as of course was so famously realised by Georgia O’Keefe back in the last century, what, at least at first, might you think it was?

Or this?

The loveliness of each season is each one’s justification. Didn’t get as get as much of winters as I’d desired because off a dearth of snow and a bout with Covid which meant no skiing this year- and which cut into the productivity I so prize the winter for. But- when spring arrives- she leaves the disappointment all in the past.

So, in honour of tree and moon,

we pour a pink sphere candle.

The next morning, pink snow starts to fall!

Daily birdsong: in fixed do: fafafafa^ *te te v sol.