Neighbors' Swing, 14x18, Oil.
On the day we painted Bluebonnets in my neighborhood, a nice lady stopped to chat and invited us to paint at her place, a few doors down.
When she described the huge surviving tree that fills up their front yard, I knew exactly which house was hers.
I suspected they were a bit surprised that none of us picked the most awesome tree in the neighborhood for a subject. I was smitten by the flowers and the view from the swing.
The rain sprinkles increased as I packed up, and the missionaries they were hosting arrived. I enjoyed meeting new neighbors. I knew some folks didn't make it though Hurricane Ivan. She pointed out the house and told me the story, a woman and her mother, washed from the house and hanging on a tree. Maybe that's why I focused on the cheeriness.