This first one is my summer painting, that I finished last month (or was it only a few weeks ago?!).  It was inspired by the one below, which I got at a junk shop in South Dakota.  I hope that as I work on the two other seasons, they will look more like impressions of the wild than cartoons.  Sadly, there are not seasons here in California like there are anywhere else in the world, or at least the Midwest.  While it has been in the 60s both here and in the dear Midwest, that marks no changes here.  No melting snow or rain, no new buds or fresh feeling.  Sure, there are blooming flowers, but also dead trees- it seems as if nothing truly gets a fresh start.  Aaron helped me get the 'blooming' feeling by dragging me out while he's super-busy, to stop and smell the roses-literally.  We also drove along a water reservoir.  Some neighborhoods resemble South Dakota, while others have enough greenery (aka not too many palm trees, and instead overgrown plants and trees)- which raised my spirits a bit.  We also petted a horse, who was fenced into someone's front yard, as more of a decoration than anything else.  Sorry, no pics of that.  Here's winter instead: