A is for Apple

I made this hand-painted watercolor alphabet book for my grandson, Jonah. Several people asked if I would make it available for people to buy. I'm very excited to offer this book for sale. It would make a perfect gift for the young children in your life. You can order it at this link:

A is for Apple

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