I liked my glowy squirrel so much I decided to do a glowy deer. Fawn. Because June. Except of course I needed a month to paint it so it’s July. All the fawns are by now, of course, quite a bit bigger than this. And of course many do not survive longer than their first summer. Oh, but what a magical summer it is, the first summer. The first summer of memory is always brightest.
