The painting class was full and lively—everyone engrossed in their efforts to paint the evergreen boughs placed in the center of the table. Mom was intent on her painting and didn’t look up as I entered the room. I stood behind her as she painted but didn’t want to interrupt her.
The end result is lovely. She has added glitters of yellow—perhaps reminiscent of tinsel from long ago.
I know I’m projecting here but that is part of the fun of Mom’s art.
Merry Christmas everyone!
From Mom and me.
