February can be such a hard month.
We’re tired of winter and February is a tease. A few days that hint at spring, then, pow! right back to the drear.
To stave off the winter blahs, I’m revisiting things that make me happy.
The genuine smile of a baby seeing Mom’s face. A dog’s excited tail wagging when once again, you came home!
A basket of oranges in the kitchen. A bottle of wine standing at the ready. The Christmas tree asparkle in the front hall.
Glimpsing the not-so-secret fox den at the park. Seeing an osprey circling a lake. Daffodils poking through the snow.
I paint what makes me happy: critters and cupcakes and luscious landscapes.
I have no paintings of brown paper packages tied up with strings. Just pies and flowers and everyday treats that made me smile when I dreamt them up and still give me the warm fuzzies.
Move over, Julie Andrews. Spring is coming.