This morning the sky is an achingly dull grey and the barometer says 5C. April is a cruel month......... but through the window I can see masses of tight pink buds on the old apple trees in the garden. So when May moves April aside there'll be an explosion of pink blossom . Meanwhile until then here is an impasto oil painting I'm working on to cheer myself up. (With a nod to Van Gogh)
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