and so it happens again.
the back yard is small, a little wild spot at the back of the industrial building that holds my studio, my tools, all the (still) scattered-about books i treasure and a spot of quiet respite despite the city.
i want to bring plants into this little heaven.
the vine that gives me grapes and needs uplifting to the left, a proud datura to the right, second largest in the yard and a couple more growing inside and along the not-so-raised planting bed…
on my daily walks with my dog kara out on the mesas, the desert is in bloom again and just a few weeks ago i stopped on the trail in awe for the first prickly pear cactus flowers of the season: beautiful yellows shining in the hot sun.
we chatted a while, i told them how beautiful they were, i told them i wished them in my garden…
and so it happens again. I noticed this little one just the other day…
the plants that come visit.
the plants i invite into my garden.
the inspiration they bring me, in myriads of imperceptible ways and sooth my work with simplicity.