Last week was a trying one at work. On Thursday, between the end of school and picking up Deb and Nathan, I just drove around for an hour or so, stopping a couple of times to sketch whatever I felt like drawing. It did the trick and lowered the stress levels. This black-faced ewe looks like it's been crossed with a kangaroo, not too bad for a first sheep, close up, though.
Still, this was better than my go at the victorian-style lamp post and municipal shrubs, from Staples car park, or my last resort - drawing the blower fitting from my car dashboard. The last one had a Nobbsian look about it, but not as good, obviously (follow the link - right - to Michael Nobbs' site to see how it's done properly).
Back to unnatural history matters, we went for a walk round the block last night and it was interesting to see a rosemary bush still in flower so late in the year. Ours is long over and done with flowers. Along with the memory of the diascia we managed to overwinter, not once but twice, it just goes to show how gardens can form such individual microclimates.
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