Each and every spring I have visions of what it will be like painting in the summer. There are lovely, sunny days whereby I, dressed in my favorite straw sunhat and floral-printed painting apron, stand at my easel in the sweet summer shade of a central Georgia landscape.
The reality? Summer hits here like a dropped cinder block while the calendar still says April. Apart from a few breezy days in May, I spend time throughout the next four (or so) months gazing out the window, painting from reference photos, reluctant to venture out of my air conditioned studio.
So, "Bye-bye, Summer. Bye-bye!" and "Psssst - Hello, Autumn"...I'm ready!