Sadness in Sonoma

Yellow Iris*

Oil on Wood

12"X12

I just might keep painting this place until the rain returns,  the meadow fills with wildflowers, grasses grow, trees take root, birds begin to sing, the wildlife returns, and who knows, maybe the iris will bloom. 

We will rebuild.

In the meantime we are grateful for what we had for many years, and for what we have, not the least of which is each other.

*Remembering it as it was in May.