It's a clear, crisp day at Bumblehill, the ground soggy with recent rain and the air tasting of early autumn. The sun warms up my studio, the birds are loud in the woods behind, and the hound and I are savouring these open-door days while we still have them.
"I think of my studio as a vegetable garden where things follow their natural course," said the Spanish surrealist artist Joan Miró. "They grow, they ripen. You have to graft. You have to water."
On some days the work hours fly by. On others, I toil and sweat over every word on the page, very mark on the canvas.
"All we have," said Edward Abbey, "is the beauty of art and nature and life, and the love which that beauty inspires."
That's enough. That's everything.
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