spring

I know, it's February. But already I am dreaming about spring. The shad blooms in Block Island. The peonies in Missouri I never get to see because I am in Block Island painting floors. Apparently, this unseasonable February has made others dream of spring as well. They call wanting to book Block Island in May. Now I fully anticipate being there myself then, but an unheated house by the ocean in the spring can be for the hardy. Or not—you just never know.
        But doesn't this painting make your heart sing? It's a Van Gogh I've never seen called “Garden in Auvers,”now on loan to the Philadelphia art museum.