September Sky

My favourite poem is the one that starts 'Thirty days hath September' because it actually tells you something.
Groucho Marx


Lots of T & C's family will be arriving for a visit today. Hopefully the showers stay away and some crisp air could blow in.

Here's a small painting I'm about finished with. I needed a quick palette cleanser in a way after working on Nora & Gordon so long.

For the Record,
This day came in with a sultry warm and humid wind. Not like the September morns I remember fondly from years gone by.