
I had to try and capture the silver birch in the garden that was shimmering with a cascade of yellow leaves, as they fell from the tree. Why the title l just love the song which is so gently wistful as the year turns towards winter. A rogue stroke of the palette knife left a rabbit shape so he developed. I love dogs and birds so they had to be there. I don’t normally paint in portrait but l wanted to convey the height of the tree.Who is the girl, l have no idea.