
I sit in my study, looking out at the rain. It’s June, but I have long sleeves on and am thinking about putting a scarf on so that my neck doesn’t get cold. Here in the UK we’ve had a chilly and wet June.
And so I turn to thoughts of my parents’ home, where summer must surely be, aided by this painting by my dad. He shows a slice of the screened-in porch and some of their lovely trees in the back yard. I love the way he’s captured the light here. It brings me some warmth on this damp day.
What speaks to you in this painting? Are you cold, or boiling hot? What brings you cheer when you feel the clouds pressing in?
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