The season is shifting. Each day I notice something new. The angle of light. The colors of falling leaves. The sound of geese calling as they begin their journeys. I try to stay connected to the seasons. As a gardener, the wheel of the year directs so much of what I do. As a botanical artist, my inspiration is tied to nature and its cycles.

This week we came home from a nearly two-week trip visiting family.

It’s been almost two and a half months since we got the keys and slept in the living room at our new property.

Friends, I’m exhausted. I don’t think I realized how massive an endeavor this move would turn out to be.

June! Oh, June. What a magical month.

In January I wrote:

I want to nurture myself. My creativity. My art. My plants. My garden…

When I first stepped into my studio this morning, frost glittered on the deck out the sliding doors, the light pale as the sun cleared the tops of the trees on the hill behind our house.

Hello, my friend. How are you?

I’ve had a slow start to my year. Intentionally so. At least at first.

One day recently I looked out at my garden and thought about how I’ll be better able to connect with nature when we finally find our property in the country.

As we near the end of 2024, I can’t help but feel reflective. I look back at the year, the projects I’ve tackled, the goals I’ve accomplished, and I begin dreaming about 2025.

This week I sat in my studio and watched the garden out the sliding doors.

I love art supplies. Learning about them, shopping for them, trying new materials — it’s so much fun.

I’m a bit fanatical about sketchbooks. I love creating in them and I love encouraging others to embrace the practice, too.

What I love most about sketchbooks is the freedom I find within their pages.

It’s been almost a year since construction finished on the doors of my new studio and I was able to fully move into this space. About time for a tour, don’t you think?

Hello my friend!

Summer has arrived in full force and my garden continues to enchant me every day.

I’m back from my blogging break and although I only skipped one post, it seems as if I’ve been gone a long time.

Everywhere I look right now I notice glimmers of magic.

My peach and cherry trees are filled with flowers. Daffodils are blooming and everywhere I look outside, spring is progressing.

Over the last almost 14 years I’ve blogged my way through growth and development as an artist and as a person.

In winter and early spring, it’s easy to forget how abundant and colorful my garden is during the growing season. I jog my memory by looking through photos and coming back to my blog posts.