When I first started gardening I bought plants at a nursery called Dearborn Farm in the Valley. It was a family run business and my friends and I would often go there for sturdy Alaska grown plants. Mrs Dearborn, a little old lady who was always there, told me about the great varieties they sold. As the years went by, she became less active but every time I saw her, she was handling plants. I took her photo years ago, thinking I would paint her someday. Yesterday was the day and this is the result. I just looked up her son’s phone number and will see if they might like to have it. I painted it for fun, but the memory might be very special for them.