It's cold out today, just below a freeze. As I made tea and looked out the window over the kitchen sink I noticed the lake had that molasses look. The water seems to slow down just after Fall.
Most of the leaves on the beautiful pin oak have fallen. The brilliant yellow of the Poplar gone for weeks. The sunlight is brilliant white.
The house is quiet. Joe has gone in to work and yes, it is Sunday. He's had a busy few weeks. Needs time to catch up. He asked to take the goose neck lamp I use in my painting room. I say, "I need it, but go ahead", realizing it's best to throw him a bone this morning. Rest assured he will be back this afternoon in time for Falcon's kickoff and all will be right with the world again.
I started Randy's painting yesterday. I've procrastinated long enough. I do this when the idea is not one hundred percent set in my mind. Still feels a bit fuzzy, but I went ahead anyway and put that first base coat on. I love the look of warm burnt umber on a cold day.
Ronnie - in a small town in Georgia