“Daffodils”

I’m keeping the title simple, although when I look at this, I’m thinking “Daffodils on a Crazy-Maker Scarf”. I gathered these daffodils from a clump out in the swamp. They’re some of the last to bloom. I felt it would somehow be tragic not to paint them. And I let everything else go to hell while I painted. You can’t count on flowers (especially daffodils) to hold up for 4 or 5 days, so I let things fly. Just you watch — they’ll probably still be looking good through the weekend.

Here’s a photo of one of my cats, Mr. Wonderful, observing the proceedings. At least he’s off to the side. Sometimes the cats want to lay right on top of things. Or rearrange things. Picasso, my tuxedo cat, loves to push the flowers to one side and drink out of the vase (sometimes knocking it over).