In late November, I plucked these bulbs from my mother's garden, as we prepared to move her back to Missouri. They flourish now in my garden growing and multiplying each year as I move them to other spaces. As I paint, the memories of the move and all that surrounded it come back to me. Though I am painting, my mind races on, reliving past days in vivid memory. I'm so thankful to have Mom living close to me now, and happy to make so many new memories together with the family. But each year as these bloom, I step back in time for a little while. Painting number 3075 in 3075 days.
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