There is a house in our neighborhood that I drive by most every day, and would always see a developmentally disabled woman, presumably the daughter of the older couple who live there, riding a bike in large circles inside the gated property.  Sometimes she had a doll or stuffed bear with her.  Not much in the way of landscaping there, just a round bike path, half bald with grass that was kept short by the tires of the bike.  One day I noticed a large, quite randomly placed, and out of place, rectangular raised bed in the side of the yard, with flowers planted in it.  Odd. Then it dawned on me, I haven't noticed that woman riding her bike lately....(cue Twilight Zone music)  Do I watch too many mysteries??

 

This is seriously something I think about when I drive by, wondering if the woman died, and they buried her in the yard, under a flower bed, quietly in the night, and oh yeah, the disability checks seem to have continued... Yeah, I need to cut back on the mysteries.

 

When my imagination is not running away with that kind of fantasy, it's hanging out at the easel creating new paintings like this one:

Black Calf on Blue  8x8   Available

 

Another sweet face on this calf, I could not resist it.