Spring in Ithaca

That's the name of the pattern at least.

I of course changed it up a bit.

I wanted my flowers to be different colors and I cut the size down a bit. I also didn't like the bird they had selected so I picked my own.

It now hangs at the nurses station in our office.

See the oil painting above the fireplace?  It was a gift to myself 10 or 11 years ago.  I fell in love with it the moment I saw it.  It was at a gallery that carried the art of senior artisans.

I saw this painting of a creek in the woods and felt like I could walk right on in and keep going, it still sings to my soul.