Barbara Muir ©
The Month of Love in Toronto, Canada is one of the coldest months of the year
Today with the wind chill it was -12 Celsius (10 degrees Fahrenheit). And yet I
love living where there are four seasons. I talk to my sister who lives in Los Angeles,
California, and she says that she looks out of her balcony and sees flowering trees
lining the streets. I remember visiting California in February, and I know that it's
beautiful, but I'd miss the changes in the seasons.
The other day we went to our favourite park and it was so cold that we walked quickly
to the lake, looked to the west to the beautiful sunset, listened to the waves for a minute,
and hurried back to the car. But while I was out on the shore staring at the sunset I felt
nostalgic for the season we were living in. That sounds crazy doesn’t it? But I thought,
"winter will be over soon, and I'll miss it." Of course when spring comes my winter
nostalgia vanishes – spring is so magnificent.
I found this watercolour when I was sorting out my reference drawer yesterday. It’s
almost an abstract painting of the fall season, and I love it for that. As I said to my friend,
the wonderful artist Flora Doehler when I was speaking to her on the phone tonight,
"I’m not great at abstraction, it’s not how I think." But I love the abstract feeling of this piece.
Have a loving the season you’re in day.