This painting was inspired by a bed of sparsely growing zinnias in my back yard. The blooms had not fared well all summer, yet as always, right before the first frost they had a blooming spree. Managing to look prettier than they had all summer, they seemed to have reserved their best for the last. I took a few snapshots and painted this piece during those days. There is a poem by Robert Browning that talks about aging as the time of life for which youth prepared us. He refers to the latter years as "the best that's yet to come." It was certainly the case with the zinnias. I choose that promise for myself.
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