6" x 8"
oil on canvas board
When I was growing up I lived on a farm. In order to get to my friend's house I had to cross through cow grazing meadows. This was somewhat hazardous, as I had to watch out for cow "paddies" on the way and was never sure how friendly those great beasts were.
One day in early spring I was on my way for a visit when suddenly I saw at least an acre of grape hyacinths spreading before me. The cow paddies had turned into a glorious show of indigo. Like Wordsworth and his dafodils I will never forget that experience and often summon it up when "in vacant or in pensive mood" to bring joy to my spirit.