"I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses..."
Growing up in rural Kentucky, there was no shortage of beauty. My grandmother was a very devout Southern Baptist woman and this was her favorite hymn. What joy it gives me to be able to paint this and be reminded of not only the beauty of colorful gardens, but the warm memories of my grandmother who passed her name to me.