This painting is of the the driveway that greeted me when I was a kid coming home from school. Queenie, our childhood dog would meet my brother and me somewhere along here. This part of the drive was also what I could see from the living room on Sunday afternoon when I would wish for cousins to come visit so we could play together. (That did happen sometimes: I wished so hard that they actually showed up.) I remember waiting and watching for the boy who was my first date ever to drive down the drive. And I will never forget driving up this driveway one Saturday morning heading to a church to be married. Wow, that was a l-o-n-g time ago!
I finished this painting yesterday. After being a part of my life for so many years, this driveway was bound to get painted. I took this picture in August and looking at it help refresh my memory of all those good times. It's a long driveway as this is only about 1/3 of its length. My family's farm had no road frontage, so the first third was through someone else's farm and as you'd round the bend you could just see our house in the middle of the farm. Lots of memories.
Yes, we all have stories of a 'driveway' in our lives. Do you have one you are willing to share? I invite you to click the little box at the bottom of this page and tell me your story.
Thanks for reading...until the next time. Ciao!