Brrrr..... It was 41 degrees when I headed out with the dogs this afternoon. The pipeline was still mostly sunny, but by the time I found these strange galls - or whatever they are - and settled down to draw, the sun was slipping behind the hill. There were clouds gliding low in the north, pink and gray in the pale blue sky. Once the sun was gone the temperature dropped 20 degrees - ok, probably only 2, but it felt like 20. I was suddenly chilled to the bone.
Winston and I scurried back up the steep hill to home. Radu had disappeared into the woods earlier, while I was drawing, and as usual, there he was sitting on the back stoop. He ran to greet us as we walked the last bit of path through the winter trees.