In the early summer my enthusiasm for gardening is at its peak. I plant tons of flowers, carefully choosing the right spot, water and fertilize. Around now, the end of July, my enthusiasm for gardening, weeding and dead-heading wanes to nill. I don't care anymore. The impatience is covered with something bad, the rose leaves have fallen off and the slugs are the size of our cockapoo. I'd rather paint.

Low Tide by Alison Vernon
20x30, oil with palette knives
 
www.alisonvernon.com

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