Painting these beauties can brighten up any day, even the dark ones we travel now. I've spent all my time support family these last days, and it doesn't seem to be enough. In the little scraps of time I find, I choose to sketch the beauty of this special variety. It cheers my soul to put pen to paper, like time spent with an old friend. Their beauty is fleeting, and I can only hope to get them all painted before they fade. Painting number 5142 in 5142 days.
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Friday, April 4, 2025
Thursday, April 3, 2025
Spring on the Farm
Our daffodils have never been as abundant as they are this year and I'm so happy to get to paint them in their glory. The very first variety to bloom is just starting to fade, as others are opening up anew. This variety in the foreground is just coming to it's peak. The redbuds are also shining pink, though blocked in this view by foliage to the right. This farm has been in my family for 80 years, a place of hopes and dreams for generations. I love this place with my every breath, and continue to scatter bulbs and seeds as my grandmother did. I hope to paint every bloom one day, each planted where I intend to paint. Painting number 5141 in 5141 days.
Wednesday, April 2, 2025
Sunny Day Daffodils
These spring blooms are fleeting, and glorious to paint in their prime. Every year they return to me, like friends springing up from the ground. They keep me occupied when too much is on my mind, and the strenuous garden work is welcome relief when troubled. My duties are light as I head early to Michaela's, and I'm hoping the boys will join me in her garden with the shiny, new garden spades that I'm bringing with me. Perhaps my next painting should be of that brightly colored collection of tools in my basket. Painting number 5140 in 5140 days.
Tuesday, April 1, 2025
Purple Crocus
These sweet purple crocus are a little late this year, but they are certainly worth the wait. An early cold snap seemed to have delayed what are sometimes the very first blooms on the garden. They open their petals wide to the sun, and close them as the sun begins to set. On this day of anxious waiting, a little paint time in the garden is the best art therapy. Looking forward to perfect outcomes and better days, this painting is number 5139 in 5139 days.