“Helloooo :)”, she says all sprightly, back from three rejuvenating
days in the mountains.
I got to enjoy the howling moon in all her plump, shining glory amid
the drizzling, protea covered slopes of a Mountain Club Hut last
night. Did you know they call this one the harvest moon? In the
Northern Hemisphere that falls in September, but here in the South,
harvest season falls in April.
I thought this moon with illuminated grasses might be the little
painting equivalent of my second favourite Neil Young song.
It’s good to be back in front of the easel.