This was going to be 3 dogs walking in a park, until a scribbly pink tree I’d done for something else fluttered out of a bag I was emptying…and I put the 3 dogs aside and used this one.
And thought I’d quite like to be sitting reading under pink blossom.
The other day I was spending the morning drawing wolves in my studio. As I stood by the door washing my paintbrushes a beautiful fox walked past right in front of the studio.
I opened the door quietly so as not to disturb it and then suddenly wanted it to look at me – I wondered what it’s reaction would be.
The only thing I could think of to say, rather foolishly, was ‘Fox! Fox!’ as if I was calling a pet cat.
It carried on walking up my sloping garden, then turned and looked back at me.
Then it did a wee in the grass and sauntered off.