Painted with acrylic paint on a 24 x 30 x 1.5" birch panel. This painting is framed.
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These daffodils are a reminder of the Lord’s faithfulness. I have enjoyed remembering His love for us through these flowers that show up after a long winter, speaking of hope and promise. For me, the daffodil carries a story of loss and renewal that runs deep in my family.
At my grandmother’s home, daffodils have bloomed for generations — bright, joyful petals returning every spring. “Aunt Pattie” built my grandmother’s home after the civil war. She planted daffodil bulbs in the yard through seasons of sorrow: after miscarrying babies and losing not one but two of her children along with her husband, during the Yellow Fever epidemic. She planted daffodils after each loss, I am sure as a way to honor them — trusting that beauty and life would one day rise again from the dark soil of grief.
Now, every spring, those daffodils return — spreading, multiplying, and filling the hills around my grandmother’s house with light. They are a living testimony that God brings goodness even through our winters, that nothing planted in faith is ever truly lost. When I paint them, I think of that quiet promise: what’s planted in faith will rise, and hope always returns.
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