Arizona is even more beautiful than I could have imagined. The brightly colored flowers landscaped down the highways splash raspberry pink along the desert city. Palm trees and giant Saguaro cacti intersperse. I had never seen a Saguaro cactus. I am inspired to paint.
Just last week I was wondering what might have happened to my painting of Chimayo. Who did I sell it to or who did I give it to? I love my paintings and always miss them when they sell so I was so thrilled to see it hanging on the wall here. We haven’t seen our friends in three in a half years and I am overjoyed to be with them.
My children called them Uncle Monte and Uncle Erik growing up and they are very dear to us. Monte is a collector of fine art. Amongst his fabulous collection- still, after all these years- is a painting that my daughter, Emily, painted when she was about seven years old.
We had fabulous vegan tacos at Mi Vegana Madre and enjoyed the warm spring day alfresco.
I awoke to a portable easel that Doug had shipped here and was waiting for me for my birthday. Every year I am overwhelmed with gratitude. Grateful for birthdays. Grateful for life. Grateful for great friends. For my family. For travels. For beauty, for nature, for adventures, for health, for a morning of bird song and sunrise in Arizona.