Hazy Summer Field
Linda's voice:
Do you remember, as a child, before you were conscious of the
passage of time, when you were guided by sensation, rather than thought
or obligation? Summer holidays were endless days stretching out in front
of you when you could lie on your back in the sweet clover smelling
grass, close your eyes to the glare of the sun, feel its warmth caress
your body, and listen to the lazy hypnotic drone of the insects.
Why must we wait till we are all grown up before we truly appreciate
each day for the gift it is.
Private Collection
Oil on Canvas
11" x 14"