On repeat

This is what I see when I look out over our postage stamp of a back garden. Yesterday while staring out over an afternoon cup of tea my thoughts were something like, " Wow! I like the bare branches against the clear winter sky. Let me do a quick sketch."


Going through my sketch books I see that I had the same thought last year:

And a few years earlier - when the poplar trees will still knee-high:


I guess when I'm old and senile they can just sit me in front of the same window every day and I'll be happy to draw it over and over.