The Flint Hills of Kansas are beautiful. John and Annie kindly allowed me to paint on their ranch in the heart of Flint Hill country. I am most grateful. This canvas is small and there wasn’t a big wind, so no tie-downs. Even on a gorgeous spring day, there are chiggers and ticks, plus bees, who are attracted to color on my palette. So I sulphur around my boots and set up on an old ground-cover. The bees don’t stick around long and I’m happy in the shade of the umbrella. We seldom give ourselves permission to just go to a great spot and sit for a day or days. Painting is my reason.