Changeable (Fair)weather

For most of my life, I considered my mother to be the creative parent. Her hands were amazing; she was an incredibly talented piano teacher, cake-icer, tatter, crocheter, sewer, folk artist, china doll maker, stuffed animal maker, and so on.

On the other hand, my father was an engineer, and I saw him as practical and pragmatic. However, after he retired, he took up painting and showed some raw, albeit naïve, talent.