Moving was a tumult of emotions and shear energy to get it all done.
Well, now it seems all that chaos is paying dividends.
Years ago, I was visiting my parents; unbeknownst to me, it was their annual garage sale.
They were going to sell the mini ducks that dad had carved and mom painted. I said, “no way”.
All thirteen of them have been nicely wrapped and stored in a plastic container until last night.
I painted three boxes with stands, displayed at Strand Fine Art Services last May. Those little guys have taken on magnificence since we re-planted them.