The garden calls. Every time I feel a warm breeze on my skin the garden muse whispers in my ear, “it’s time”, meaning the garden is singing it’s tantalizing song to me saying come look at me and me and don’t forget me! Each flower, tree and shrub have their own special qualities. So insistent, she comes back every year. I gladly do her bidding because she does give me so much in return.
What more could an artist want than a room full of colors, textures, and an endless variety of shapes and sizes? I will say instead of going to the big box garden centers, head on over to your neighborhood garden shop and explore all the possibilities. I guarantee they are most grateful for your business. The garden awaits.