The Friendship Garden

Full heart. Big life going on all around me. So many changes. It rattles my brain.

John is growing another big big garden. I'm so grateful he can continue to do this as it is the best medicine. For anyone. To see the seasons circle once again and to participate in that miracle.

Nothing gold can stay but while we have it we rejoice.

The kale is flowering and we've eaten several stir fries of the flowers this week, heavily scented with garlic, ginger, sake and tamari sauce. Winter's bounty.

The rhodies are insane. Each flower cluster is the size of a bridal bouquet.

We have a bed of shy lily of the valley. Oh, the scents of May.

I am guilty of collecting flowers that smell good. The violet irises above smell like grape kool aid. A gift from 2 decades ago; thank you Dorothy Sharp.

John planted these last winter. Thank you, John.

Bleeding Hearts from William Peters. Thank you, Guillarmo.

More rhodies.

This iris I chose myself and have shared it as well. The colors of the Arizona sunset.

A lilac grown from a volunteer in my daughter Stephanie's garden. Thank you, Stephanie.

Cecile Brunner from a friend at Tilth. Thank you, Katherine.

Mountain Bluett from Bev and John. More gratitude.

So much beauty in the world. It always consoles.

Of course there are always journal pages to share.

My daily ritual.

I always have something to say about things.

Sometimes with words, sometimes with paint.

I'm a gusher.

I had friends over to paint recently.

There's nothing better in my world than sharing a painting session.

We also visited Waterfront Park that day where I snapped this shot of giant bubbles being blown. Love.

Last I share a gift from a fellow explorer in paint from the Painting Faces Online class. Thank you, T.B.   What a stunning and lovely surprise.

Sometimes I feel guilty for all the troubles in the world. I keep waiting for my world to crash in too. I've certainly known trouble in the past. But now? Life is good. For this little while it is good. And I am very thankful.

xo