Today’s painting is actually a painting of an object that I painted this time last year. I told the story of it here. Unfortunately, it’s taken a new form, which sadly results in an abstract painting.
We put our tree up a litttle earlier than normal this year. December is a bit busy, and I wanted as many evenings as possible sitting by the fire with magic light. So I managed to wait until Thanksgiving night, but then pulled the tree out with glee.
That lasted two days. Saturday afternoon Chris sent me this photo.
I’ve got to admit, I was pretty upset. I’m still not speaking to the cat. (Though she hasn’t really noticed.) But while we were cleaning up, I swept the broken glass pieces into a pile and couldn’t help but notice that they were really pretty.
I can still have the memory that goes with the ornaments, even if the ornaments are gone. And the memories are what matters. (Though don’t tell the cat. I’ve decided to be mad at her for a couple more days.)