and flowers came marching (drifting?) in

I started both of these paintings feeling... abstract. Like they might not contain recognizable imagery. Like birds, or flowers. Yet as time marched on, well, it seemed they needed flowers. More on this-- abstraction, or not-- perhaps later.
I'm teaching a class, a new offering at the college, called 'Abstract Painting' in the second half of the spring semester, and I'm looking forward to it. Should be fun!