Is this the yellow rose of Texas? That was the question in my head as I set up to paint. It was the sole blossom I saw at a marshy beach-bordering area on the easternmost point of Galveston Island. I do know it was a primrose, because there was a nature trail display describing the natural elements here. I loved that there was also winter clover everywhere I looked, lush and green. New friends, Galveston neighbors, said that once the heat of spring, summer and fall arrives, things dry out and no there is no sign of such moist greenery.
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