Rosebud

 To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying.
  -Robert Herrick

Our neighbors at the lake named their camp Rosebud. In this painting there is no Rosebud next door. I painted her out. An artist can do that and still be telling the truth. Here lies Loretta, the brash and gaudy neighbor.

Wish I were there.