A Mother’s Day present was delivered to my dear wife Karen this weekend, and the thoughtfulness and execution brought tears to my eyes.
Darling daughter Elisabeth painted for her stepmother a scene of Sprague Lake, the lovely spot that we visited with significant George Three at Rocky Mountain National Park during Karen’s family reunion last summer.
Stunning, really. Just like the precious vacation time we shared in Colorado.
Karen has lovingly hung it in our bedroom.
Does anybody in your family paint? Have you hung meaningful art, and if so, what and by whom? What’s your favorite art work, and why?