final painting - Going home

the last painting is probably the most nostalgic of all the paintings from the series.
 I remember well the evenings we would return home from far away. Sometimes it would have been more than a year since last we were home. There were always flowers on the dresser and Lionel Hampton on the record player and christmas beetles and the scent of moonflowers and floorwax and applepie and my mothers perfume and my fathers sigh, and Simon sharpening his knife in the kitchen.
There would be drinks on the deep verandah as the the night swallowed Africa's' day, in a postcard wash of colour.
 Tall trees silhouetted as if in prayer.
We were home,& for a while, there was peace that visited our crazy lives, and we became children again.

 

Going home, remains the most precious part of my life.
I was truly blessed.