Eastertime always brings back memories of pretty dresses my mom would sew for me to go to church, pictures of us kids in our Easter dress-ups in the backyard, holding our easter baskets, and standing in front of the wisteria vine. How I loved that twisting vine with the long clusters of delicate lavender flowers, the soft hum of the honey bees visiting each bloom, the faint-sweet fragrance. I did this painting two years ago, but bring it out to share with you today!
