I remember the wonderful frilly yellow pinafore I had when I was six. And I remember visiting a friend's horse farm in rural Ohio. My parents' friend took me riding on a beautiful horse. Over my head were the leaves of trees. We had a picnic under the leaves. It is a magic memory. For some reason, I recently saw a golden Weeping Willow in bloom and that ignited this memory. Perhaps, there was or wasn't a Weeping Willow in the original memory. Probably not, as it was Summer not Spring. But no matter, the Willow plays an important part in this painting, as you can see.
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