Low Tide by Alison Vernon20x30, oil with palette knives
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.
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