Summer in his hazy heat. Even in late morning, you can feel the air, sticky. The garden, it has its own smell.
In the first row, zinnias from seeds collected year before. Their colors draw you in. Their uniqueness keeps you looking. Natural beauty, with some leaves as big as the flower. An end nibbled on by some visitor.
My favorite thing on the weekends is to go visit the garden. I feel calm and my shoulders seem to relax. It’s a reflection on my past.
Now I have the joy of sharing it with my own children, the continuing of tradition. The importance of dirty hands and feet.
The flowers are my symbol.
My happy place.
Summer Haze
6 x 3
Oil on canvas
2019
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