It's not just "this time" of the year, it's every single day. ❤️

Momma used to paint all the time (before she got sick and lost partial control of her hands). I remember being a kid and just watching her be creative and wishing that I had some buried talent deep down that had yet to emerge.... while that talent never reared its head for me, I was always fascinated with any and everything she did. I used to have many things that she painted, but over the years (and many moves and bad situations) we lost most of it. Today, Aunt Poot gave me one of the two saw blades that Momma painted many years ago that she had. As soon as I walked in my house, it had to go up on my wall, above my bed. ❤️