I love begonias. So graceful, so full of life as they bring such joy to the eye and to the summer portale. Each year they spread their beauty as they hang in the gentle breezes. And each fall, as they are taken inside, they slowly lose yellow petals, then ultimately leaves until there is nothing left. And each winter, I wonder: will they return in spring? They appear to be dead knobs which can never spring forth life again, but lo and behold in early spring, I see one tiny leaf, and then another tiny leaf as if to say "Do not give up on me. I will be ready to go back outside to spring into life once again." So to the immortal yellow begonia--enjoy your time in the outdoors."
Flowers of Summer, Oil on Canvas20 X 16" (image size), framed in silver frame, $675 USD
Summer is one of my favorite times of year--green of the grass and trees, blue of the sky, and so many colors of flowers. I think I like it because it is a time of growth, not dormancy, a time when all stretch to the sky. Many years ago as a young freshman in college I rode the Rose Bowl train from Columbus, Ohio, to Pasadena, CA where a new world awaited me. I was just a country kid who had only been out of the state of Ohio on two or three occasions--W. Virginia, Kentucky, and Washington, DC when I went to the National Spelling Bee and on another occasion as a winner of Ohio American Legion Essay contest. Pasadena was different. It was winter time, but there was sunshine and flowers. I was never to forget that time and eventually went to live in CA.
"Pot of Roses," Oil on Paper, 6 X 4" (image size) matted to 12 X 9, " $50 USD
