This late in the challenge and I’ve run behind! Trying to play catch-up now but luckily there is just one more to go. Hope to finish that final painting tonight. I think the month change threw me off a bit. I always feel a little lighter, almost giddy when March shows up. Spring is just around the corner.
The increased sunlight and everything bursting into bloom makes life more than tolerable. Also, I have a painting in a private collection somewhere on the East coast, rubbing its scruffy little shoulders with a couple Leonard Baskins and a Georges Roualt. I could die tonight and be happy.
is suddenly here in Denver. Bulbs poke their heads out of the ground and the daylight hours are longer. After thirty two years here, I still get the feeling in winter that the drear will never end. And the appearance of spring still seems like a surprise.