Original painting is oil paint on canvas, 24”w x 36”h

Fiddleheads seem like a symbol of survival in Maine. They come up when we can trust that winter is behind us, and they give us the first wild green food of the season. I always think of the small Spring Beauty as a companion flower, where I live they bloom where and when the Fiddleheads are ready, and the Little Red Newts (a.k.a. Efts) come out for a stroll.