I know I promote Florida as if on the board of tourism here. But there are things I miss from the days of my youth in Kentucky... driving it's curves, the rise and fall of hilly terrain... experiencing the rotation of the seasons: Autumn color, ice on trees, trampoline days of Spring, water-skiing at the lake and camping for weeks.
Recently I had the pleasure of Autumn in N. Georgia and a family retreat! When I saw the blue ridge of mountains from the back deck, I had to grieve momentarily for not bringing paints, but knew, with a dozen other folks to consider... this wasn't painting time. The back deck with it's hot-tub and fireplace would be used to make smores, tell old stories, watch deer roam free, and create new memories.
One evening I returned from the heated pool and was given a note, left by Mom, informing me of the death of my first painting instructor- Nelle Vaughn. My mind trailed back to her basement studio... my first oils on canvas... learning to paint porcelain china around the table with the older ladies... me, staying with her two youngest while she decorated the interiors of our little town... she, a single mom, coming home, unloading the kiln, readying for art class... the opportunity I was given, in the form of a question from Mom, "Jill, would you like to take art lessons?". The fire of art was lit in me that day. The blooming still continues. (Mom is pictured above, in the green jacket). Thank you, Mom!