The snow is melting like crazy now, what was once a chuckling stream is now a roaring river running through Wellington Park. The water is taking out park benches and undermining some trees, last night it came close to overflowing the road. The power of nature is mesmerizing to say the least. This morning I sat on a large boulder and listened to the sound of the water and the booming of the ice as the sun began to warm it up, with the welcome sounds of the returning Canada Geese, Robins and other birds. Yesterday afternoon I painted this plein air piece from the top of a hill looking down on a pond that is rapidly becoming a small lake. In a perverse kind of way I am saddened to see the snow go! Go figure.