
If I were the type to want a headstone over my grave, it would surely read: Gladiolas are a BITCH! Nevertheless, when I saw these at the grocery store, I knew they absolutely belonged in this painting. Maybe today I’ll add the ice cream..?
Oil painting adventures from northern Michigan
If I were the type to want a headstone over my grave, it would surely read: Gladiolas are a BITCH! Nevertheless, when I saw these at the grocery store, I knew they absolutely belonged in this painting. Maybe today I’ll add the ice cream..?