This is the winter we wish for, to be in the night meadow, the trees, heavy with fresh snow in the light of the moon.  The painting was  quite  joyful, channeling Bobb Ross and imagining Ruth’s meadow, an artist’s holiday celebration!  Step back.  I will sip cocktails with you right there!   We love you KTC!

Yet, not this year.  For now, the Covid dragon whips it’s tail. The theater is quiet. The painting is an orphan.  The air is frosty and the moon shines bright.   Santa zips off into infinity until next year.