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Sometime during each season, I wander through the gardens with a notebook. I ponder and examine each garden, taking notes on
what is happening in the gardens and the plants' progress. I notice the artistry of
its colors, its mood, and its structure. I note what is especially pleasing, what
successes and failures have occurred. I work to create inspired locations, vignettes
of life, charming little scenes. Not merely a collection of plants, but plants I
love, each slice a picture in itself. So much of gardening is a happy
accident. It is what we do with that happenstance that results in a creation, a
these things that just 'happen', are not contrived, but meant to be.
This is the 'magic' in each garden and from that we can build, carrying the theme
throughout the whole, weaving our loves, our hopes, and our aspirations amongst the
flowers of each season.
I remember my grandmother's gardens. She had the gift of
touch for her garden was inspiring. I was only ten at the time, but I will always
carry the memories of her roses, and the dazzling dragonflies, emerald green and brilliant
blue, darting in and out of the gardens. Their delicate wings would
shimmer brilliantly in the sunshine as they rested upon rose leaves. I remember her grape arbor,
heavy with beautiful, lime-green leaves, bunches of grapes dripping over the sides, progressing into summer until the boughs were
heavy with the rich, sweet, fruit of the vine. Ladyfingers, seedless grapes, long, oval, and
so very sweet. The scents of my flowers take me back in time to that
garden and brings my grandmother once more to my side.
The following pages
are entries from
my garden journal, a small floral, bound book, pages I have filled through the last
few years. I have included some notes at the end of some as ideas
came to me while walking about, notes to remind myself about these ideas. Oftentimes I have strived to capture this living beauty on canvas as I love to paint.
This artist's eye, as I gaze at the gardens, helps me to contrive schemes, and balance
colors and movements, reaching in my mind's eye, the garden-to-be. My late discovery of gardens and gardening
only about six years ago inspired me to paint my
gardens with colors, the colors of my memories, to fill the land with them and to listen to their music, a perfect symphony.
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