The Afterthought
I got my usual text from my daughter on Mothers Day. " hey mom Happy Mothers day. Did anything arrive yet?"
Monday, 'anything' still didn't arrive. The flowers arrived Tuesday evening, a bouquet of yellow and pink roses and unopened lilly buds with a card that said "we dont always agree but Happy mothers day." As the flowers started to wilt, I picked out my favorite pink roses and placed them in a mason jar. Ahhhhhh lovely. Barry saw the beauty of the newly revised bouquet sitting on our stone coffee table in the late evening filtered sun. He took a picture of it. But wait,. I wasn't done yet. I decided to use his photo as a reference for a painting titled "The Afterthought." It got over 250 likes on Facebook and they are still coming in. This painting is a pictorial testimony of beauty and peace in the midst of a cold bitter world.the original bouquet
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