Around here winter arrived late like a rude guest and stayed past the party's end.....
That was my first thought this April 14th morning. I feverishly snapped this shot of my flurry-laden bulbs in dismay....a one-gal pity party.....ready to prove to any willing reader the hardships of upstate New York (woe is me).
After loading the dismal photo onto my computer I slowly started to fall under the surly snow's spell. I suddenly felt this surge of inspiration. What a lovely site this persistent, green tulip makes sprouting against the fresh, spring snowfall.
I'm brimming with ideas of paintings of weathered crates crammed with bulbs and moss....chippy painted buckets of lily of the valley, tulips....I'm realizing the possibilities are endless!
This poor thread-bare snowfall won't last.....it'll be gone as soon as the sun emerges....but it sure has inspired me to pick up the brush and recreate it.....ok, maybe I'll leave out the snow...I'll always have the memories.