Paint from your heart
My hydrangea garden bloomed in all pastels this season. At one time, many of these flowers were deep blue or red violet. But they’ve had quite a journey in the past few years. Most led past lives as workshop flowers, hardy survivors of spotlights and teacher’s snippers and long cross-country car rides. I love painting from life, but most of all, I love painting from potted plants. As soon as class is over, my potted hydrangeas are transferred to deep soil in a shady spot in the garden. They’re given a second chance to bloom and grow, and provide eco-friendly housing for ladybugs and tiny tree lizards.
Most of all, they are a feast for my eyes each morning from my breakfast nook window, where I sip my tea and wonder, is there anything better than waking up to a flower garden?