...and the leaves that are green turn to brown...

November is here. One of my joys is going to Sheena's painting class at Boltachan Gallery on a Saturday morning. I have no talent whatsoever when it comes to drawing or painting, which is perhaps why I enjoy it so much. When I write I am always very critical of the stories, chapters and poems I produce. Here I just sit down for two hours and have no expectations - I concentrate and fiddle with all the lovely materials in front of me, but it doesn't matter much how it turns out. The gallery is beautiful. The pictures have been re-hung and there is a new theme involving small squares; mainly of animals heads. Sheena brings us delicious coffee and before you know it, time is up. Back home now and my mind is filling up fast with more pressing things.