My love of sheep comes from my grandmother. Every time I paint sheep I think of her. She had this large painting of sheep in a meadow. Watching over the sheep was a young girl. I remember laying on the floor and counting sheep. No, I did not fall asleep. Seemed like I could never come up with the same number of sheep twice.
My grandmother died at my home on Christmas day 1983. She had come to spend the holidays. I was always glad that she was with family when she passed away. Her last words were “I’m going to take a nap.” The holidays are just around the corner and my thoughts turn to her. Love you and miss you so very much.
Check out my sheep!! There are only two. Much easier to count. 😜