I remember one day years ago, I had a vase of freshly picked red glads from my garden on my kitchen table. While I was going about doing whatever I was doing in the kitchen my son who was 14 at the time sat at the table and we were sharing a nice conversation. I remember him taking out one of the stems of flowers putting it down on the table and painting its picture on a piece of paper. I can’t recall whether he used my folk art paints or his model airplane paints but all of a sudden some artist in him appeared and he painted those glads beautifully. Even the red paint is raised giving it a realistic look. He didn’t seem to be as impressed by it as I was and I don’t ever remember him painting a picture after that day.
That painting has travelled around with me. It never was put into a safe and secure spot but no matter that we moved a couple of times, and it would appear and was tucked someplace else, it would always seem to end up in some drawer safe and sound. Finally after some years I decided to frame it.
I have been reading about all the neat things you ladies have been painting with spray paint lately. Tonight I took out a can of white spray paint and sprayed the old, outer wooden sections of the frame.
Inside I placed Geoff’s picture which has become yellowed through the years and has a crumply effect adding even more interest. Tomorrow I’ll reposition the back section so that I can hang it back on the wall. Geoff is now 31 and I am so grateful that picture stayed with me. It is becoming more and more dear to my heart with each passing year.
Do you have something that is especially dear to your heart given to you by one of your children?