At lunch time a walked down to the beach and took a little picnic, it was beautiful there so serene and calming. As I made my way back to the path that winds it's way to my home I spotted something in a tangle of green sea weed...it looks like a tiny lobster pot..maybe it belongs to a cat or other fisher creature, I have brought it home to live with the rest of my treasures until it's owner is found.
This charming little path leading from the rocky shore back into the woods is made by otters, who I have seen but not yet met, they were having such fun taking a morning dip in the ocean I did not want to disturb them.
Here is a picture of the beautiful bay near my home, I went walking there in the early morning when the fog still hung low over the water and saw such lovely creatures, little otters playing together in the cold clear water.
What a beautiful cold sunny morning! I had a lovely walk and on the way home spotted Vernon crossing the garden in a bit of a hurry....I hope he had time to stop and smell the spring flowers...but I doubt it.
Living high on a mountain has it's drawbacks, it has been a long cold winter up here with plenty of snow. The old house is drafty and I many days I have sat painting wrapped in a thick blanket to keep out the worst of the chill. The kitchen is cozy with it's old stove and I am tempted to work in there with Quentin to keep me company (he moved in when the worst of the cold struck), but being a little absent minded I am afraid to have my paints next to the food as I do not wish to accidentally poison myself. I have included a picture of the pond,
Yesterday I was walking along the little path that leads towards the sea, it is lovely, shaded from the bright summer sun and still quite mossy and green. Growing along the sides are the most delicious red thimbleberries that taste like sweet apricots, while bending to pick one I noticed something shiny, a tiny little knife on a patch off moss. If you think you might know who it belongs to please drop me a line, it is a very fine little thing and I'm sure someone is missing it.
Spring is here and there is nothing better than to spend a happy morning wondering the outdoors, taking in the beauty and sniffing the fresh air scented with the warming earth and flowering blooms. This little path through the trees is made by the creatures who live in the fields. It winds through a wood of dancing alders all the way up to the crest of the hill then down again, on a narrow muddy lane, to a little church no larger than a small garden shed.
My name is Jayne Siroshton, I am an artist living on a lovely island in the Pacific North West. Since moving from England to my new home I have been lucky enough to meet many fine creatures who I consider good friends, if they agree I paint portraits of them and I am delighted to share my art and my little world with you.
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