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I brought some tulip bulbs from Armsterdam last Fall. It came with a tin and soil altogether for a 'townie' like myself.
The morning is getting brighter little by little in London.
The first tulip opened up at my kitchen window sill.
I never knew such a joy of Spring after a long Winter by living in California for 37 years, without the distintive sign of seasons or the expectation or the wating eagerly for the little longer sunshine.
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It is gone. I painted over.
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This was the beginning of 'Tulip" painting. It doesn't exist anymore since I worked over. I like this more than the finished one. It has such a vitality and freshness in the painting.