Still Life II

Yesterday never really got light.  A bleak midwinter day if ever there was one.  Sky, a twilit grey-green all day, somewhere between aventurine and amazonite.  Luminous somehow, like a tissue-paper lantern about to flicker out.  The wind repeatedly humming a tune to itself, keeping the beat to the murderous howl, which was wailing way down south.  Like a thrawn King of the Fairies, swirling the heavy velvet train of his ice blue cloak, studded with silvery shooting stars.  Twirling his mischievous way from coast to coast, to wake the humans up.  ‘Take that! On behalf of Mother Nature’.  The Old Man of the Sea, stamping his sea-green foot, ecstatically pounding agreement, ‘Aye!’.

Have been listening to George MacDonald ‘The Golden Key’ on Audible while painting shimmering watercolours onto Christmas cards.  It has put me in a funny mood. 

Made mince with sixteen vegetables to get grounded again.  Except I don’t want to get grounded.  I like this candlelit, fairy tale mood.  The peace and quiet of nobody about.  Just the wind whispering around the street corner.  Hardly any cars on the road, everyone tucked up safe at home, like in the sixties.  Except what of those who are not?  What else is there to do, but be grateful that you are. 

Painted the winter sunset colours for the Christmas cards.  Am not pleased with them yet, but notice an orange mood this Christmas.  Not just the fruit, the colour.  Carnelian heart from The Crystal Shop, and a copper-coloured stand to safely display it.

Usually ignore Black Friday, but this year got the boomer-deals of a £60-off gift token for the opticians, and a copper-coloured Thermos insulated mug and soup flask for 25% off, free P&P. On future hot-tea-breakfast outings, for Foggie Market pastry-buying, will be able to read the ingredients.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Golden_Key_(MacDonald_book)