Today was just fabulous. It all started with a visit to my garden. (Well, let’s not get carried away here, it all started with J and I oversleeping and the kids being an hour and a half late for school. Oops. We do that from time to time, and the whole world frowns on it. And the whole world is just going to have to deal.) But after we got the kids off to school, we did some creative lounging, wherein J and I set a positive tone for the day. Then he went to work, and I fed the animals, and collected the eggs (some absolutely gorgeous pale turquoise and mint green ones, along with the more prolific taupe eggs), and then went on a walk. J came with me, and we marveled at this beautiful place we live in. When we got back I made the visit to the garden.
The garden is March is such a hopeful place. So many of my plant friends are already making their move. Oriental poppies, for one. There’s one growing in a place I didn’t remember planting. And my fire-pinks, which I so gleefully planted last summer, are also making a show of a bit of green. Dare I hope for their star red flowers this June? Oh, the delight at the mere thought! Fire-pinks are the first Southern Appalachian wildflower I ever fell in love with, back some sixteen years ago, when I was camping on the top of Mount Pisgah, trying to find a place to live in Asheville. You can be sure if my fire-pinks bloom, I will be painting them! The hyssop is at work, and the horehound is already so big that I know I’m going to have to stay on top of it this year, lest I be overrun with it. Which is fine, because it’s the kind of herb I need a lot of, for cough medicine. (Did I ever mention I made horehound candy last year? Looks like I’ll be making lots more of that!) The Lady’s Mantle is also doing well, and the peonies have their sharp red thumbs sticking out of the ground. And the great blue lobelia, too, has already put out new leaves. I imagine this year that plant will be enormous.
I wish I had pictures to share, though when I look at last year’s pictures of the garden in March I wonder if they are as exciting to everyone else as they are to me. When I look at these tiny-leafed beginnings, I see also what will come…red star flowers with a cleft in the tip, or tall racemes of blue flowers where bees linger and hum. Or the bitter taste of horehound, the citron tang of lemon balm. Regardless, the crown jewel of the garden right now is the singular crocus, and that is what made my day so fabulous. Because I sat down in the greening sunlight and sketched this crocus, along with the golden oregano leaves and the frayed remains of an echinacea bloom. And then I went to my studio and started to ink in the shadows and the earth. What happened has me so excited! I wish I could show you, and perhaps tomorrow I shall. Until then, I hope your day was as fabulous as mine, and if it wasn’t, I hope some crocuses bloom for you tomorrow.