Wild Mustard in Bloom

As I began my outdoor chores this morning, I noticed something had changed.  The radiant wild mustard had started to bloom!  Sweeping across the meadow like a yellow carpet, I knew I would be painting this when I finished my work.  Hauling limbs to a nearby burn pile, I kept an eye on the mustard.  Once a painting starts forming in my mind, it doesn't matter what else I'm working on, I am already painting in my mind.  By the time I got to the panel, the paint flowed from my brush.  So much of the feeling of a place pours right into the painting en plein air.  What a gorgeous day to paint.  Painting number 2654 in 2654 days.