60×68″ unstretched. I finally got a satisfying picture that looks like what it looks like. The childhood peach orchard in the rolling West Virginia mountains, first version. I tried to take another with it all smoothed out about five minutes later so that you could see the raptor soaring where the clouds were parted, and maybe even the wild violets blooming, but it was too late, the sun angle wasn’t having it.

I finally made myself sit down and check every end–yes they were all run in, yes I always do as I go along, but what they’d needed was to all be trimmed just so, nice and neat. Done.

I finally feel comfortable post-op driving to the post office.

I finally sewed on the tag that personalizes it.

We’ll talk tomorrow about my finally actually getting to the post office because I considered the rush hour traffic and, no. But the requested muted-colors version is boxed and ready to go to my sister, where it will fit in with her paintings.

Let me just make sure first she isn’t traveling over Thanksgiving.