If ever there was a reason to paint, it's bare walls. Company came the other day, liked what they saw, made me an offer I couldn't refuse, and my art went out the door. Just like that, my walls had nothing on them, but colorless picture hooks barely visible from three feet and a room striped naked of its warmth.
There's no holiday for me--this weekend or all summer long; there's work to do.
Here's what I must replace: Poinsettias, Flower Box, Coleus, Gaillardias #2, and Winter Lake.