As I write I’m in North Carolina. As some regular readers know, I travel to North Carolina fairly often. I was supposed to be returning home today. However, Mother Nature (whose caprices must always be respected — especially by artists) had other plans. As you might know, the Carolinas got a bit of snow last night. While it’s a pittance by Northern standards, snow like this can make for some really dangerous travel in the south. So, whether I like the song or not, I’m trying to sing “let it snow, let it snow, let it snow,” though I really wish it would stop!
Okay, putting on the thinking cap here…. I suppose I could do the Monet thing and try drawing it. (Don’t have the paint box with me.) But I’m not going out there into the cold and freezing my feet. If I draw snow, it’ll be from the comfort of the window seat while I’m sipping my hot tea. Granted, Monet’s paintings of snow taken directly before the cold motif are some of the most magnificient and charming pictures. But I am not going to stand outside and be cold. Not doing it.
I’d really rather be drawing sunflowers.