24 years ago, my husband and I visited England for our 10th anniversary and we enjoyed the countryside immensely. The photo for this painting was taken someplace in the Cotswolds and every time I come across it, I fall into a dreamlike space just imagining myself walking down this path into the open meadow. It gives my heart rest and this feels good after the flurry of activity these past few days. I stayed strong today when the kids took off, but those tears were about to tumble right out into the atmosphere. Instead I got my tushie to the easel and gave myself something comforting to work on, whew.