While
the view from our back window of hawthorn hedge, weeping willow and crack
willows in the valley beyond is now predominantly freshly green, these
lime trees, seen from a friend's house in Horbury, have
yet to burst into leaf.
A wood pigeon settles on one of the branches.
Tess presents a bit of a problem to draw in
black pen: shadows, black; highlights, lighter black; mid-tones,
mid-black.
She's the sort of dog who barks at you as if you're a felon as
you enter the house, soon curls up and apparently dozes
off as you sit chatting but, as soon as you pick up a biscuit,
comes and looks at you in silence with big round doleful eyes.
Sorry Tess, that doesn't work with me. She soon curls up and
goes back to 'sleep'.
While
the view from our back window of hawthorn hedge, weeping willow and crack
willows in the valley beyond is now predominantly freshly green, these
lime trees, seen from a friend's house in Horbury, have
yet to burst into leaf.
