I think it must be a universal yearning, the anticipation of spring. It usually sneaks up on me in mid-February after another big snow storm. This time, that desire jumped straight in to my painting. Overhanging branches beside a local creek provided the forms for the painting, but as it evolved the palette kept lightening and brightening, until the mood was clearly sunshine and spring. Even the gestures in the paint seemed ready to jump for joy. Working with brush and rollers again, I followed those impulses, curious where they would lead me. Details below. Enjoy.