Fun times. I have to admit that Fall is my least favorite season. It's like menopause - hot, cold, hot, cold... life is seeping out of leaves, it's getting close to bedtime. But every cloud has a bright lining and for me in the Fall it's the harvest. My garden is having as hard a time saying good-bye to summer as I am. The tomatoes are coming on so slowly I have to pick every day just to get enough for a sandwich. So this painting was rewarding because I was able to create the harvest of my dreams. Everything gathered in is huge and round and colorful and juicy. Now if only I could eat out of this basket...