I grew up surrounded by California Poppies; every Spring, that first glimpse of gold lifted my spirits and brought a smile to my heart.
When we moved to Costa Rica, I made sure to bring one along - on a bag that became my favorite for shopping, vacations, and picnics.
As my horizons expanded, I started to paint. It became one of those things your mind can sink into, almost a meditation; time passes, focus narrows, and the world is apart.
Now I have a painting of a flower* that has been there for so many beginnings
And guess what? This is my third beginning of this one!
* Thanks for the original photo from François Raynal.