Chilly

 

Squatting then sitting in the dry grass in the fading light in almost-winter is a lot more comfortable than crouching down in mosquito land on summer evenings.

 

The last colors in the garden, everything dry and crunchy, almost frozen--  drawing out here  huddled in a hooded coat and scarf reminds me of a friend years ago who lived in Toronto and did watercolors outside in winter using vodka in place of water to paint with.