Carrie’s Painting of the Week
Sunflowers, oil on canvas, 30x40
By Carrie Jacobson
The moon was so bright last night it cast shadows on the snowless, frozen ground. And this morning, I heard the springtime calls of birds.
Spring will come, though winter barely visited – and for me, it can’t come soon enough.
The little teeny early spring daffodils are poking up in the garden. As I drove on the highway the other day, I could see the red tinge of buds on the tips of the trees. Often, in the morning, there’s the springtime smell of earth thawing, that rich, dark smell that must evoke some basic essence in us all, some ancestral connection with the soil.
Yes, there are piles of snow in the yard, and yes, my fingers freeze when I take the dogs out in the morning – but soon enough, even the dawn air will be warm, and the grass will green up, and the sunflowers will begin to bloom.
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