Looking out my window in the early hours I see the sun filtering across the mountainside, a soft dappled light of pale yellow. With the grass smothered in a thick layer of frost, I wrap myself up like an Eskimo, little flesh is exposed for the morning walk. When I feel the bite of an ice-cold wind on my cheeks and gaze at the beauty of soft clouds blanketing the base of our mountain I am in awe. But I can’t help dreaming of warmer days.
Winter is a time to slow down just a little. This week I was so busy I did not get the chance to post my Illustration friday artwork, the word topic was SUMMER.
I am trying to expand my skills with drawing children. looking at last summers photo’s I came across some snaps of a day on the beach. The challenge is legs and I still need lots of practice when you look closely, my son often walks on his toes, his wiggly walk became my study for the topic of the week.
Summer to us, means many days spent on the beach. It is our paradise a special place and one I tell my children they are lucky to experience on most weekends. As I lived many miles away from the coast as a child and it was a rare occasion to spend time at the sea. So we have the mountains to wake up to each morn and on weekends the beautiful South Coast to explore.
Collecting shells or counting sea stars are my favourite things, the kids love to grab their boards and hit the surf in the warmer months. My son is a water baby and never feels the cold even when his lips turn blue and he can’t stop shivering. Off he goes back in for more. For some reason the water calms him. My mother and I have had many wonderful conversations sitting and watching the kids play. She told me she will never grow tired of the sea and says this often.
Ice cream’s and beach days seem a long way off in the cruel winds of this winter. Yet the longest day has been and gone and when I need a summer hit I read all my favourite blogs from across the sea.
Don’t get me wrong, I love winter on the beach too. I saw my first whale of the season the other day. I love when our special place is empty and we have the rocks to ourselves. The children go rock climbing and build sand castles. Each visit to the sea brings us something new to admire.
I hope where ever you are, you are getting the most out of your season and life is sweet.