I'd be hard pressed to describe what we have in these parts as spring. I'm willing to go as far as to say that it isn't really winter, but that's about it. Temperatures have receded into the minus freezing zone--to the double digits below at night (this is Celsius), just under freezing by day. We've had snow and high winds as well, adding to the discouragement. I've seen one cold-looking robin, and not a heck of a lot else in the way of returning birds, corvids excepted. There do seem to be lots of crows in the city and magpies in the country. I've also spotted a few Canada geese and the odd duck, trying to find a bit of open water to land in. All in all, I really thought we'd be further along by now.
Ever optimistic, I've bought my annual tea rose for container planting, and have started a few canas--all warm and cosy in the bright light of my upstairs studio until such time (if ever) as they can be planted out. They need a good head start here as the growing season is relatively short, possibly even shorter than usual this year unless things shape up.
There's always a side benefit, even to this weather. I've been in encaustic mode intermittently for the past few months, and was ready to give it up as being too hot an activity for the warmer weather. The ongoing cold means that I can still work away at it for a while yet. Bonus is that I've discovered "cold wax" which is something I am keen to try and which doesn't entail any heat sources at all, so it may be a good warm-weather option for me. Time will tell.
Shots one and two today are the results of my studio time. The top one is a mixed media encaustic with a photo transfer overlay.
This one is an encaustic painting. Both are 10" x 12".
Shot three shows the little ice islands frozen around the base of each of these grass stems in the ditches along the country roads a few days ago. I had to stop the car and get a good look to figure out what they were.
Here's a little bit of our front yard in the snow that fell on the weekend. This is the "pellet" version of the snow, which later evolved to huge beautiful flakes. It's not cold enough for the bit of accumulation to stay, so it's now history.
I did some more shots of the last of the forced tulips. I almost prefer them in this rather tortured over-blown state than when they are in their full beauty. There's something wonderfully sculptural about the shapes they take on as the petals fade and die.