I decided it was summer, because it is summer and my imagination is heavily influenced by what I see when I look out the window. Which is why I had to put a winter landscape on hold, because it melted while I was dithering about it.
I went to a friend's house this morning and tried to dig out an old, well established lilac bush. The lilac was having none of it, and remains firmly rooted. I did a great deal of digging, and brought two baby lilacs home to see if they might like it here, but the main lilac itself remains aggressively in place.
I worked on this piece this afternoon, but I stopped after I sewed my finger. It isn't bleeding, it just sliced through the skin and startled me, and then everything felt funny so I stopped.