As on many other Sundays, I started the morning googling new-to-me artists and artworks, and found quite a trove of them. Looking at the great variety of locations and subjects made me feel that all the work my garden requires is like a great anchor around my neck, keeping me here working on it when I could otherwise be out doing plein air paintings and exploring beautiful places. Then as I was opening my back bedroom window, I looked down across my blooming red daylilies and geums to the billowing zebra grass just starting to show its warm-weather stripes, past the blue mopheads of the Nikko Blue hydrangea, to the soft cloudy light reflecting off the metal barn roof. I brought out my camera to take a photo, and ended up taking a dozen as image after image clicked in my mind as being so very paintable.
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| Daylily Apple Tart |
I took back the words of my lament and ate them as quickly as possible, and laid my misplaced remorse at the feet of Mother Nature, as I resolved to honor these works of life in more, and hopefully better, paintings.
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| Jackmanii clematis in Big Apple Kousa dogwood |
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| The now voluminous Nikko Blue |
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| Mixed perennials with my new armillary |
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| Satomi Kousa dogwood, the second tree I planted here |
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| Daylily Chicago Ruby |
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| Looking up through the Satomi |
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| The Fairies' table |
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