How beautiful the daffodils were before the cold snap. I didn't have nearly enough time to paint them. The heady fragrance and promise of abundance throughout the season was mine as I basked in their glory for a day. It was Beau's last day, and we spent it together among them. I thought I'd return home to them, but instead, both the daffodils and Beau are gone. I think every spring from now on will bring back the memories of this day. Painting number 4828 in 4828 days.
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