My dear friend was downcast on the second anniversary of her Mom's passing. When her Mom was living, often in conversation, her Mom would say to her: "there goes a yellow butterfly". On this particular anniversary my friend was riding down the road with a co-worker when she saw a massive parade of yellow butterflies. She blinked and thought that maybe she was the only one that could see them. Her co-worker said: "I see them too"! Painted with Daler Rowney Acrylics on canvas.
