Spring in my Step

It was the kind of sunny Spring morning that invites spending time outdoors.I went to the Nicolson Street shops via the Meadows and the Grange to hand in a birthday card to a friend . The blossom was out in the  gardens and everything just sparkled in the sunshine.

At some point later after I was home, I noticed some of the scaffolding being taken down on the adjacent building. At the rate it was happening in the 3 hours the men were on site,I can’t imagine when my turn will come, but at least it is happening. The gardeners on the other hand were hard at work from 9am until 4pm; their work ethic is at the other end of the spectrum. They are a happy accommodating crew who will help if asked in culling  my Boston Ivy and Cotoneaster.

I made the mistake after lunch in attempting to sort out my burgeoning stash of pens, pencils and drawing items which overflow in drawers and jars in the turret space that was all mine when HL owned the study.  I have not even begun to sort his  stash. 
Once upon a time I thought that having bred two artists, I might have a hidden talent which had not been nurtured enough to flourish. How wrong I was, but the process of trying to find even a glimmer of merit was so enjoyable even if the end results were worse than amateur, that when a Stromness Selkie suggested I bring up a sketch pad and some paints this summer, I thought to inspect my equipment lingering untouched for years. It was a delving into a past lifeI had almost forgotten about.