I walked up the hill to Trader Joes’ two weeks ago and, among other items, bought a bouquet of flowers. They were so pretty, especially in the transparent vase, and I kept telling myself that it would be fun to paint them.
But my days sheltering in place have been oddly busy and I never got to it. Today, though, I noticed that one by one, the petals were falling to the table, until there was just one left. It was clear that if I wanted to sketch them, it had better be now.