Our cold sun

This tree is called a Bastard Service Tree. Truly! Despite that, the blue sky and the meadow of buttercups reminds me of the impressionists, somehow. It is so rare for the sun to shine here and for the sky to be so blue. I can see why van Gogh had to flee to the south of France and how he developed into a great artist once he could feel the sun and see the effect of light and subsequent brightness of colours. Shadows and light- that's what a painter sees. And feels.

Photo copyright SvD.