We love hiking the hills of New England in all seasons. From the leafy green walks of summer to the snowshoe treks of deep winter, each season adds its own character and gifts.
In early spring the view stretches forever, since leaves have not yet grown in to fill the space with their rustling shade-giving presence. I love the views of distant mountains still blanketed in snow, and the vibrant new leaf colors skimming the tops of trees. With a potential snow storm bearing down on us, this painting will have to do as a reminder that spring will, eventually, make its way here. And then the greys and blues of winter will give way to the vibrant colors of spring. Just a little longer... because, in the end, winter always ends.