*Edit: This was written a few weeks ago when it was rainy weather and not this boiling heat wave we are all melting from*
As I watched the rain tumble onto the forgotten flowers in the garden while waiting for the kettle to boil, I had a thought. I really miss painting. I would never call myself an artist, I would cover my notebooks in chibi cats, bunnies and dragons with the odd water painting here and there of wildlife but I am no Van Gogh. I just loved to watch the explosion of colour touch the naked pad giving it a life of its own.
I would love to sit by the river with a cold cider, fresh notebook and sketch book and let my imagination run amok among the flowers and trees. There is something about nature that massages my mind to a relaxed place, pampers my ears with tuneful birdsong and makes my eyes dance with excitement for all the colour and beauty wildlife has to offer. The more surrounded by nature I am, the more creative I feel. I believe it is because I can switch off and stop worrying about small mundane things that clutter life such as doing the washing up or emptying the rubbish. It’s silly but it keeps me sane, an hour or two sat in the garden writing or reading lets me escape for a while when the real world gets too tough.
Anyway, must dash. Have many things to do, first one is to finish drinking this tea!