Grandpa left us…

I can’t help remembering him again in the garden, teaching me the basics of gardening.

He, dexterous, the gesture assured, his hands well placed on his rake (which was twice my size at that time…), observing me with a benevolent eye, while I, clumsy from all of my 3 years of age , was trying very hard not to stain my dear little varnished shoes in the soil…

I still had a long way to go at that time….

So I painted this scene, based on a picture I like.

Goodbye grandpa.

M.S.

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