Note: I absolutely cannot believe that it has been almost 4 years since my last post in the Traveling Painter series! I always thought that it had been "some time" since I wrote the last one, but that it has been almost 4 years is mind blowing to me. A lot has happened in those years both in the world and in my life personally. I suppose that is some justification for not having picked up my "pen" since then, but I do feel like continuing this series as there are quite a few pictures remaining from my visit to Paris. As it has been this long, it might take a couple of posts to get into the flow again. Last I wrote about was having met the beautiful Annie...
Come walk with me as we travel through the many paintings 😎
---Start This Journey Here---
We went for a walk among the poppy fields which so beautifully peppered the landscape. Insects buzzing around and a green fat grass hopper lunged onto a golden flower shining almost as brilliantly as the sun. I always loved the open - being able to see so far into the distance without meeting an unnatural obstacle truly felt rewarding. It was here that dreamers dreamed and the spirit could expand and merge with every-thing and things that were unseen. I looked back at Annie who was now joined by Lisa. She held a poppy flower and was intrigued by its shiny petals and saw a lady bug caught inside which seemed to enjoy the cool shade of the flower.
"Annie, look at this lady bug! It looks just like this flower - red and black, do all flowers have insects that look alike?", she wondered. "Well, that is an interesting question", she pondered. "I suppose I haven't really thought about it. Let's see... a sunflower and a..."
"Bumblebee?", I asked. "Yes, that's right!", Lisa shouted delightfully. "A bumblebee is yellow and black and so is a sunflower with its black seeds and yellow flowers! And... this daisy here... it looks just like the white butterfly I saw this morning!", she exclaimed.
"Looks like you are on to something", I said. She smiled and suddenly dashed off into the fields. "I am going to look at all the insects and flowers and then I am going to...", her words blended with the loud buzzing noises and Annie and me saw her leap frogging into the grass where she started to examine her surroundings.
"She is such a curious child", I reflected. "It's wonderful that she can grow up here in nature where time seems to stand still. Has your family always lived here?", I wondered.
Annie looked at her niece who had managed to catch a grass hopper only to see it jumping nervously away. "As far as I know our family line goes back at least three generations. The land has treated us well here and we haven't really had any incentive to live in the city. It's too crowded there anyway", she said. "I always liked the countryside where the clouds fly freely over our heads. Sure, life is quiet in winter, but summer makes up for that", she smiled.
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