Garden Deep

this view of Iris makes me feel like sitting in a bed with a bird’s eye view of iris of many colors and all stages of blooming. The beauty of the flowers  just takes my breath away.

Last of Summer

At the end of summer there are always flowers that surprise us with their strength to bloom just one more time. Because they are often solitary they are often more beautiful because of their uniqueness. 

 We appreciate them so much more because we know it will be another year before we will see them again.

Jersey Turnpike

The title of this may sound odd. My family lived in Maine when I was a child for 5 years. Every summer we traveled to Tennessee to visit relatives.Our journey always went through the New Jersey Turnpike. At that time there weren’t many places to stop and eat and Howard Johnson’s was always the place where we stopped. This painting’s colors reminded me of the interior colors at the restaurant. A side note: I think I was a picky eater as a child; I always ordered a hot dog and I remember they did not have yellow mustard so I ate it plain. Why did we not bring a jar of mustard in the car?