There is a point in the season of Spring – right about in the middle – when we step outside and are engulfed with the scent of wild plums.
For about 10 days or so, the back roads are so redolent with them that every year, as the first fingers of fragrance reach you, you say, “What’s that???” And then you remember.
I painted this in an attempt to capture not only how they look with few leaves and the creamy white flowers with the black branches, but I also wanted to capture how they feel.
