Painting My Garden

  I guess I'm old.  I'm 72.  I've got minor health problems that aggravate me and occasionally screw up my days.  Today was one of those days.  I haven't begun my new painting yet.  I put paint on a canvas, but it's time to do the garden.  Paint the garden.  The woman who bought a bunch of paintings this summer bought the 'old' one.  I have no idea how it will be. Or maybe I do, but I don't know if I can paint it.  I'll try. I began.  So far, I put me laying on the loveseat, petting my dog Tuesday, with my plants and trees all around me.  I LOVE my garden.  I planted and raised every plant.  Recently, a woman bought a group of paintings from me, which included my painting of my garden.  I wasn't ever thrilled with that painting, but didn't know if I'd paint another.  It's not the same, because I'm in this one, but the focus is how much I love being in it and that's real.

It's funky.  There are painted shoes and old mops.  The mops, ladders, and clothing racks hold the hoses up high so the water reaches more plants.  The garden is a work of love.

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