Usually in October I say goodbye to my garden for the season. I gather my last harvests. Cut as many flowers as I can before frost blackens the plants. It’s a bittersweet time of year.

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.

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

Hello my friend!

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

Everywhere I look right now I notice glimmers of magic.

Every time I went into the kitchen this week, I visited spring.

My baby* Hoya lacunosa is blooming on a shelf above the sink.

All week I’ve been thinking about what I want to share in my first post of 2024.

Earlier this week I sat in my studio with a steaming mug of Dragonwell tea and watched my garden through my new sliding doors.

This photo probably gives it away:

When I sat down to write today’s post, I felt completely unprepared. And for the first time in a really long time, I was tempted to skip blogging this week.

Ah, June in the garden. What a beautiful month.

Today on my blog, I planned to share about the Winding Roads Art Tour, but as I was driving home on Sunday evening I realized I hadn’t taken a single photo all weekend.