During the dark days of winter, I kept thinking of colorful flowers that would be blooming in the coming months in my tiny backyard. Roses, lilac, camellias, columbines, irises, tulips, delphiniums, violets, lilies, hydrangeas, and so many others would pop up in the spring and summer.
Then in January, we had a sudden opportunity to move and eventually sell the house I called home for 12 years. The new home has twice as much land space, but barren of flowers except for rhododendrons and fuchsias. Leaving my beloved tiny garden was harder than I expected because so many spring and summer days I would just beam at the colors popping everywhere.
So this painting is called Bliss because that's what flowers bring for me. This is the first spring in several years where I am not tending to an established garden, but planning a new one where I can bring my past experience and mistakes to make it even more glorious than my previous garden. And it will be Blissful.
This is a watercolor and ink on paper measuring 9X12.
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