Day 45- The flowers are not real(not that it matters)
6 x 8 inches, watercolor on Arches CP
L. and I are out early in the morning so she can catch her school bus. I remember being a child, and standing outside waiting too. I didn't enjoy leaving my comfy bed. I was determined to be grumpy, but a deep sense of wellbeing from being awake outdoors so early, wouldn't let me wallow, much as I wanted to. I was happy in spite of myself.