Wild Cucumber Winter (oil on canvas 5 x 7 in.)
26 February finds me captivated by the soft snow "toques" on the Wild Cucumber pods. This one is hanging down low from the vine draping over the barnyard fence. Its translucent membrane almost seems to glow from within like a little lampshade. Last night's fresh snow is tracked by Hares and Cottontails where I walked with the dog "out back" in the morning. Grouse tracks lace across the path from a low-branched Cedar, and my boots slipped sideways over the hard irregularities of the old crust below the soft fluffy stuff. Suddenly a Ruffed Grouse flushes, exploding from a curtain of Cedar boughs close beside us, and Marigold dashes off in the direction of the whirring wings. Sometimes fleeing Grouse hit the sides of light-coloured buildings, perhaps taking them for openings in the trees.