May 17th, and then there were lilacs: two very tall trees of lavender colored blooms, mostly high out of reach. Not a problem, a long handled rake brought enough down to eye level to cut bouquets for several weeks.
This “painting my garden” idea was becoming a bit much, so I decided to execute a fast, very loose rendition of a bunch of lilacs in a vase. Not a good idea. In my previous life, before taking a 5 year hiatus to return to school, I could have made this idea work. I hesitate to include this image in my garden series, but I’ll allow it to speak to human frailty – like the flaw Navaho’s leave in the weavings of their rugs. Painting my garden is my re-entry project into self-expression and the search for beauty through art. Step-by-step as the garden grows…may I so grow.