It was nearly 80 degrees on Friday, 24 February. In Ohio. Odd (and worrisome), yet glorious.
Naturally, with this being (Central) Ohio and all, it was 60 degrees during a winter festival in February. We still had fun, though. And it was nice not being bundled up.
Février by Eugène Grasset, 1896:
Happy, happy New Year 2017!
This is what my Saturday looked like:
Horrible weather for traipsing about? No doubt. Wonderful weather for writing? Indeed!
I adore this painting; in fact, it is my favourite by Manet. A beautifully framed copy hangs in my dining room.
Why post it today?
The cold, the cold!
It’s far below zero–the chilliest temperature of the season. Since this painting makes me feel happy, content, and warm, I thought you might enjoy it, too.
Two charming robins stopped by the studio for an early afternoon visit. They lured me from my writing, and the cat from her nap. We were both grateful.
“Little Robin Redbreast/Came to visit me/This is what he whistled/Thank you for my tea.”