Spring is here and my garden is coming to life. Small signs of rebirth are good for my soul.
Hosta - Have gone from purple nubs to pale green spears. Plant marker made from mini-blind slats.
Dianthus - Mother-in-law calls them 'pinks.' These bloom in the heat, cold, wet, dry, sun or shade; and bloom from frost to frost.
Loropetalum - Blooms long spears filled with delicate spidery magenta flowers. The foliage is a deep purple.
Creeping Phlox - Fluffy mounds of tiny delicate flowers. My great-grandma had this in her garden. They are actually a soft pink color. I got carried away with the magenta paint.
Sweetheart Supreme Azalea - Six bushes, all on the verge of blooming. One more warm sunny day and they should be glorious. Keeping fingers crossed that we don't have another cold snap.
I wish all my sketches were as light and airy as the azalea one. I tend to overwork. :(
"I believe that what truly matters in the making of art is not what the final piece looks like or sounds like, not what it is worth or not worth but what newness gets added to the universe in the process of the piece itself becoming."
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