April Fools, and there’s a thin slab of ice on the smaller water buckets. As much a gift as the tulips exploding through winter’s doldrums-wahoo! A whole new palette, a whole new perspective… and new pressure to create pictures as the ice trickles then streams down my arm.
A playful narrative begins to form. Vincent Van Gogh and Alice in Wonderland join me in revelry. But even as the ice melts the implications are chilling: everyone, everything from the fresh blossoms bursting from still cold soil to the historical house standing stoically among the growing floral kerfuffle will be affected if not destroyed by climate change….