Well, not hardly in the garden. Not now. Snow and rain and sleet and cold. But I digress. This was painted for my mother, who desires a painting each year about this time in order to make a donation for some such charity event. Usually I provide Madonnas with Child from various walks of life (as opposed to being golden-haired northern Europeans) but this time I eased off the soap box and worked the treacle instead. Hope she likes it.