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ONE MOTHER’S DAY my husband and all my children gave me flowers. Four bouquets were delivered to the door and each offering was different and perfect. I laughed with joy. I’d never received so many flowers in my life. It was a bit of Heaven come down, a reminder that God is able to give to us and to do through us “exceeding abundantly above all we can ask or think.” I was glad they were in my living room, not around my casket. Overcome with such bounty, I got out my watercolors to capture the memory.
I painted full throttle. Red Flowers, the gerbera daisies, painted from an arrangement sent by my daughter, was the last of that afternoon’s series. I never tire of its simplicity. An art teacher friend once told me “You broke all the rules, but it works.” Good thing I didn’t know the rules.
