esterday the beauty of summer came into view in our garden and I was there.
The clear sunny afternoon allowed time to take brushes, paint and a canvas and just spend a few hours following all the twists and turns of these crazy lilies. There were blooms everywhere and the air of the day was fragrant. The overall abundance of the plants filled the canvas almost before work began and the random pattern just sang to joy of the day.
As I write this note I am listening to the radio and a discussion on time travel. Can I suggest painting and drawing as a time portal? Wow, the garden and the places we can go from here.
