Weeping silver birch

This is one of my favourites. With bright blues, greens and yellows, how could it not be?!? And yet, each stage could have brought disaster. And I am thinking this in my head, as I work. The perspectives are not quite right, I know, but they work. It is amazing what paint can do. A splash and some dots give you a roofline. The focus is (or was) the beautiful weeping silver birch in my neighbour's garden. I have work to do on my brambles and trellis, I know. But look at the floor! It was part-brightness, part-shadow. I would say I didn't do it, though I held the brush. Fairer to say, I didn't know how it would turn out. And I love it. I gaze up at it in the kitchen at meal times and feel joyful. I did that!