I filled my deck with flowers, managed to keep them alive, and set up my easel.
Late in the summer, a pretty little visitor stood outside my door early one morning. I think she would have come inside if I’d invited her. One of my cats demanded a portrait too. I’m waiting for a bear to raid the crabapple tree outside my window. Its leaves are just now starting to turn, and local bears are stuffing themselves again. This one spent most of a day a couple of years ago having at the crabapples. I realize how lucky I am to spend this pandemic year in a beautiful place creating whatever modest homemade art I can. I don’t take anything for granted. But I’ll be very happy if and when the day comes that I can wander again on planes, trains and automobiles, looking at art much better than mine.