Watercolor Wednesday: Beach bliss

I love this painting, not only for the layers of color, done by my dad through him painting on the back of the glass, but for the memories it brings up in me. When our kids were little, I took them to Florida where we met my parents, with Nicholas coming at the end of the week. My sister surprised us, jolting me with joy in baggage claim as I spotted her, still reeling from the long trans-Atlantic flight on my own with two littles. Later as I lay jet lagged on the beach, she happily built sandcastles with the kids. What bliss. 

Today the weather in North London is far from that sunny day in Florida – I’m sitting huddled into a fleece, wondering if I need to put on some socks as I look out at the geraniums kissed with rain. Beautiful, but chilly. 

What fun memories are keeping you buoyed up during these strange times?