It is the end of summer with all its tricks, heat, humidity, mosquitoes and the end of waiting for the stuff of life to get back to, well you know do I dare say, normal. We all hope to get that summer trip in before we are tied into our autumn routine. And, of course, we always hesitate regarding the pandemic.
O yes flowers, I hope you have noticed the flowers wild and planted by well-intentioned humans. What a year for flowers. As I type this last sentence, I looked around the house and see several new flower paintings mixed with old favorites. Careful traveling has helped put most of us in touch with things of beauty and meaning and given us time to reflect on the elements of our life that are so important to us.
|Purple Pair, once in a botany |
exhibit at Rackham Hall,
University of Michigan
For my Mom in her
|Summer Joy, 36x36|
(recently sold, displayed
the owner's charming
Lellow (named by a darlin child)
|Golden Flowers, 30x40|
For our favorite granddaughter.
(Our only granddaughter)