I’d passed this field several times lately and had been meaning to paint it. It’s just off US31, north of Eastport, right on Essex Road. In fact, there are loads of daisy fields all over this area. I was really tired this afternoon (endless gardening, yardwork, schlepping paintings hither & fro). I had half a mind to take a nap. But noooo — I had to go paint this. Put on my “tick pants” and longsleeve shirt and headed out. It’s usually a mistake to think flowers will be there “some other time”. So I dragged my sorry old self out and painted. Rain returns tomorrow. I’d thought of calling this post “Went out for a Quickie” but thought better of it…
Here’s my setup:
Margie Guyot Art 
Your “don’t think flowers will be there tomorrow” is such a metaphor for life. Goodness! There are way too many people leaving us lately! Not old people. Not people who were expected to pass. Just got word that the son of my “next door neighbor” at a school where I taught died.
Thanks for the reminder.
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