The recent rains and winds have removed so many of the leaves off the trees. These hickory leaves came from my backyard - the tree I can watch from my upstairs window. All week, it has been brilliantly golden against the dark green pines. I picked up a few leaves before leaving the house to paint during all the long waiting periods at the hospital. I suppose if there is another case for watercolor, it's its portability. I can sit in a stiff chair with pad and brush in my lap and lose myself --the process meditative and prayerful. It has helped.
As have you ....
Mike's surgery went well, and I thank you for your thoughts and prayers.
Blessings and gratitude, and biggest of hugs. Thank you.