I’m not sure what is going on with the weather – it is doing what it is supposed to for the time of year which is very good for painting (if a little confusing) but I mustn’t say it too loud otherwise it will hear me and start raining again. The last couple of days have been really productive, by my reckoning that is slightly more than two thirds of the green done.
I’ve mostly been doing about a jam jar’s worth of paint a day because a) that is how much I can mix in one go in my jam jar, b) that is how long Tiny will entertain herself for and c) that is about the length of time it takes me to go a tad crazy and start wondering why I am filling in so many green rhombuses. Yesterday was perfect painting weather; most days so far I have done one jar in the morning and then by the time it gets to lunchtime the sun has come round and there is only about a two foot strip of shade left at the bottom of the wall (fine if you want to paint the bottom but if you climb up the ladder to do the top then your head is back in the sun and you’re in danger of looking like a baked beetroot in about five minutes, well I am anyway) but yesterday there was just enough cloud that it was nice and warm whilst being shady enough to carry on in the afternoon without me or the paint baking before I had finished fiddling with it and I managed to get two jars done.
The green is creeping across enough now that I can breathe a sigh of relief. There is always a point when I’m doing stuff like this (somewhere quite a while after the bit where I merrily launch into it with only a vague idea of what I am doing) when whatever it is starts to look roughly like I imagined and I can think that it might be worth carrying on with.
The weather is looking about right for carrying on now but I think I’ve had all the green paint I can take for today. And I have a sleeve to finish…