We inherited this garden - it was the life's work of the former owner of our house. He was an artist. There is something in bloom all season - right up until the first frost. I am in awe of the time, planning, and patience it must have taken. I try to maintain it - we basically leave it alone to be a wild tangle, which I love. It looks like the meadows I used to walk through in Maine. My father always had a wild tangle, too - must be where I developed my taste for it over a manicured garden. We were the Adams family of our neighborhood - wild plants, horses getting loose, free-range dogs... you name it. It formed an independent and somewhat original Deborella.
Today is my sister's birthday. I painted portraits of her cat Betsy and her dog Wilson. I don't think she likes them, but it's the thought, right? She was always the real artist in our family. Oh well, I feel embarrassed I sent them to her now. It is bringing up old dynamics and making me wonder if it is actually possible to change family dynamics. It is a beautiful day and I wish her a very happy birthday.
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