I am not sure if I am done. I’m just going to sit with it for a while and see. Painting all those leaves reminded me of G. K. Chesterton.
“We might, no doubt, find it a nuisance to count all the blades of grass or all the leaves of the trees; but this would not be because of our boldness or gaiety, but because of our lack of boldness and gaiety. The bore would go onward, bold and gay, and find the blades of grass as splendid as the swords of an army. The bore is stronger and more joyous than we are; he is a demigod – nay, he is a god.”