The few days when the leaves are unfurling are some of the more magical of the year. Right now, belatedly and all at once, that is happening in New England.
Most years I notice this process half-distractedly as I go about my day, and then suddenly the leaves are fully out, and I regret missing something. Sketching can be a sort of mindfulness meditation, so yesterday I decided to really focus. I clipped five different branches and brought them inside to draw and paint. Here’s the result.
