09/13/2020
Every year back at my parents home in Kentucky
There’s a field of wild mustard that blooms in the spring.
I wanted to capture that in a painting if I a could,
because year after year it would amaze mw how beautiful it always was in the spring!
I have special memories of walking with my dog through the blooms of white flowers when they changed from mustard to small daisies,
Amazing sunsets there and when I first brought Morgan there to walk to the creek.
I think I will be visiting that field every year even if my parents move from that house.
-Anna