It’s the smell that marks the beginning of spring. The cut of fresh green floral stems. A family of tulips returns at the beginning of every spring to our front garden, and lilac blooms along the side of our house and turns your head with perfume so sweet. My eyes close, and the memory is marked with the scent of spring forever in my mind. That is the spring I am looking forward to, and that is all I could think about painting today.
“Fresh Cut Spring” – watercolor