The Colorado mountains are so incredible in every season. I go to Kenosha pass every summer in July to see what flowers have come out for the year. This particular year my Mom had died a few weeks before finding this meadow. It was filled with flowers of every variety in purples, yellows and whites. It is amazing that since that summer I have never found the abundance that was present that particular July. It was, to me, a tribute to my Mom in her passing and a message to always remember to stay joyous and colorful. This 7"x5" little painting was a joy to paint.