3 Olives, NOT

8x8 oil on board with a black wood frame

My mom was a vodka connoisseur. One of her favorites was 3 Olives. She admired the little tree frogs from afar, but wasn’t so keen on them hanging out in her house or on her screen door. She would enlist our son, Evan to round them up. Sometimes they ended up in the house. They never kicked the olives off the tooth pick above her martini, but it would have been a great story.