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.