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I paint at least one pansy every spring. I usually plant a bunch, too, but being currently gardenless I contented myself with filling a couple pots with the cheerful little faces and giving them to friends. The wee truck was mostly painted last week; I managed to dab away at it for another hour today. It is a truck I found parked next to the Rio Grande in New Mexico. I am starting to feel nostalgic for that time, as it is coming up on a year since I was there. Yet I am glad to be here for spring in the Hudson Valley, swooping down Main St on my bike or walking around Dennings Point by the river on a sunny morning.
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