March on the Rush Farm, now totally destroyed after a fire then "development" of cloned houses... on a once 100 acre farm with horses, animals and still in the 1970s fifty acres being farmed and tended. Rebecca is now at rest in the bordering Penn Run Church cemetery where I watercolored and wandered with Thoreau-like abandon in the 1974-76 period of the public education years.
This detail is one of the most muted statements in watercolors that I have kept. In the full version the unpainted borders explain the transparent curtains on both sides of the view from the upper floor, north toward Fern Creek from the East Manslick Road haven. In 2001 winter I took my four year old nephew Cooper to the site of the burned structure and we dug up some sedum(sic?) "live forever" some locals call this hearty plant, and picked daffodils to take home. I remember daffodils blooming one February on that farm. There are photos coming of the horses Mark stabled there for his grandmother.
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