Ridiculous as it seems, after Christmas I get impatient for spring. Many days of winter lie ahead, but Christmas marks the end on my personal calendar. I spend January, February, and March anticipating warm days and blossoms. This study was painted in my back yard on a warm day in March when a jonquil peeked its head out from the cold earth. I took it as a good omen of things to come.
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