Locksley Hall

This is an old watercolor painting I did that I thought I'd drag out with the onset of spring. 
I don't have the original anymore as I gave it away as a birthday present to to some girl years ago. 
At the time impressing her seemed really important, but looking back one of the few things I really remember about her was waiting in her apartment for her to be ready to go out as she was trying to discretely have a conversation with her mother on the phone about a recent and uncomfortable bout with severe diarrhea which I totally heard loud and clear in nagging motherly detail.
The spring, when a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.