Abstract Landscape Painter. Rural Dweller. Lover of Modernist Art and Design.
I am woken at 5.45am by the pattering of paws on a wooden floor, followed by their gentle scratching at the door. Millie is telling me that she needs to be let out to go to the loo.
I open the kitchen door and look out over the garden to see the first and largest supermoon of the year on its morning descent. It hangs like a huge, pale, pearlescent lamp in an inky blue sky, presiding over a scene of perfect stillness. The valley beyond the garden appears to be made of pewter and I can see for miles.
Later, the sun rises in a bold display of crimson and gold - looking regal, but foretelling the arrival of wet and windy weather. Its glory is soon shrouded in grey cloud.
After returning from a morning walk, I fill the bird feeders and notice the first snowdrops and crocuses emerging from one of the beds. A gentle rain begins to fall and I remember that storm Eleanor is on her way.
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