Qween Anne's lace

I painted this last night about 8pm=-tried to get outside earlier, but family got in the way. This flower always arrives with memories of my sister Annie- when the boys were little the flower served as an entry to the story of their aunt. My dad is about to mow this field and I begged him off for a day or two so i could do this painting.
You want to know why people don't paint more at evening? Mosquitos! I had to flee after barely a half hour!