The park was glorious today, the spring colours of trees are so bright which is more than my attempt at drawing which I binned when I had finished. It is rare for me to do that as even bad drawings can serve as a memory. I console myself that even some of the great artists had their off days, for example Cezanne who got so fed up with his painting of the nun holding her rosary that he threw it away. It was retrieved by a passer-by who saved it. Perhaps my off day was because I have been unwell. I did have my camera though and can share some of the colour .