i woke up to see bands of clouds marching across the sky! a rare and welcome sight that streams hope into the hearts of drought weary angelenos. this is the view from my new desk. where i sit on this fine mild day and paint wide swaths of pumpkin colored guoache in my sketchbook.
it's fun to have a new spot from which i can study this oak that is possibly the oldest thing on this street. older than all the houses, people, and other trees. it dwarfs my neighbor's house.
you're probably making a peach cobbler for me that you'll bring over later.
aren't you? i'll put the coffee on and we can eat a hunk together on the porch.