I knew what to call this from the moment I thought about it.  You see a few weeks ago I was apple picking.  Not just any old apple picking, but my own tree and a tree I love very much.  It’s a McIntosh tree and it sits right outside the entrance to my garden.  This tree is many decades old and we have grown very fond of each other over the past two.  We have grown together and seen so much life pass through our branches.  This tree never ceases to amaze me with it’s abundance.  Each year it provides us with so so many apples.  More than we know what to do with.  An abundance.  As I picked each and every one over the course of a few days I pondered how much abundance there is in my life.  An abundance of love.  Love from my husband, my family and my ever growing network of friends.  More than I feel worthy of, more than I deserve.

These thoughts swirled around my mind and my brush as I created this piece.  An abundance to be grateful for.  And wouldn’t it be nice if everyone in the world could have this abundance.  An abundance of love, food, hope and faith.  While life is also tangled with sadness and dark things, there is an abundance to be found if you allow it grow.