They have emerged again. as from total emptiness, from ugly grey and brownish ground: first coltsfoots.
They don´t hesitate, they are bravely yellow. They are exclamation marks: do you still dare to doubt that spring is not here!
They have funny latin name: Tussilago farfara.
The daffodils of the Easter have withered, but just now they look interesting.
I draw them with watercolorpencils. Before that I used masking fluid, which has to be rubbed afterwards. White lines appear after the masking fluid has been rubberized.
Today it was snowing slowly though it is almost Easter.
I heard wonderful sounds of swans from the lake and then I saw also a blackbird.
A little bit too early I said to myself.
During the spring the weather changes rapidly. There are some sunny days but also storms and freezing sleet. But trees do not panic, tells the Finnish poet Paavo Haavikko in his poem:
No, the tree does not complain.
“The tree holds its place in the line” even during difficult times, he continues.
Winter poems by Paavo Haavikko. Translation Anselm Hollo in the book On the border. New Writing from Finland 1995.
In his wonderful book Peter Wohlleben tells about “internet” that trees have together by their roots and symbiosis with mushrooms. Trees can exchange information about water situation or insect attacks. What a fascinating idea!
Peter Wohlleben: Das Geheime Leben der Bäume. Was sie Fühlen, wie sie kommunizieren – die Entdeckung einer verborgenen Welt. 2015. Puiden salattu elämä in Finnish.
The parish of Juva has a jubilee of 575 years. Juva library shows art by local artists throughout the year. My watercolor exhibition begins at 9.1.2017. One of the works above (Snow on the rocks, 75 x 65 cm).
View from my daily path to the shore. It was snowing slowly today.
I had almost forgotten how huge the paines were.
This might be a contemporary painting. Instead it is bark of a tree.
First snow came. Now it is snowing continually. Nature is changing. Instead of yellow, brown, green and all shades of violet the predominant colors are grey, black and white.
But what? In the middle of snow I found a couple of red lingonberries in their twigs.