This is an illustration of a series I call Country Girl. At times it reminds me of my child hood where I and my siblings would have to find a myriad of things to do seeing that we were always the new ones on the block, being army brats and all. On the way home from school we found an abandoned apricot orchard. We told our mother about it and she equipped us with buckets and instruction not to pick the fruit from the ground. I think I was 7 or 8 at the time. That late Indian Summer, my mother made apricot preserves for the first time. She also tried her hand with home made bread as well. Our house never smelled so good.