The field of soybeans had been plowed under by the time the first nip of autumn stung my skin. The weeds in the field next to the black dirt were sporting golds and bronzes to carry them through to spring. The scrub trees were holding onto their leaves for as long as they could. It would be a long, cold winter.
|"Cloudy and Cool"|
6" x 6"
Oil on hardboard
Thankfully, winter no longer resides in my zip code. The magnolias are nearly finished blooming, rosebushes have leaves the size of teaspoon bowls and the lilacs are about to atomize their fragrance at the pulse points of my neighborhood.