Waiting for Spring (oil on canvas 5 x 7 in.) Sold
The only sounds are the rushing tires of commuters coming home for supper, growing and fading, carrying far across the leafless landscape. This morning's clamour of Crows chasing nest-hunting Ravens from Bruce Starling's woods is long forgotten in the stillness of early evening. The Chickadees that hunted hidden insects in the high sunny branches of our Maples, singing their late winter "Fee-bee" songs, have all gone to find shelter for the night.
The slowly melting snow in our neighbour's lane glows in the final moments of sunshine, and I'll be checking the forecast, hoping for that special combination of warm sunny days and frosty nights - "sugaring" weather that raises the pressure of sap in the Maples.