Today I worked on sunflowers. They always seem to be a favorite subject of mine. I fell in love with them after our trip to Paris. Visiting Giverny for the first time, I left Wayne in a small cafe while I ambled through Monet's beautiful gardens. Time passed me by! I walked and looked for hours. I was not aware of anything but the beauty around me. It had even begun to snow......I was truly alone in a special place. Upon arriving back at the cafe....hours and hours later than I was expected to, I cried and apologized to Wayne for his long, long wait it a dark French cafe with only a book and an expensive cup of coffee for company. Amazingly, he was not upset. Across from his small table, back lit by an ornate window, was a huge vase of the most beautiful sunflowers. They looked like a Van Gogh painting! Wayne laughingly said he would forgive me if I would buy him some sunflowers for his upcoming birthday. I bought the flowers on our return to the States. I have loved them ever since. We buy a bunch every week at our local Farmer's Market.
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