With the exception of a few days in April and May that were in the 90’s here in southern Oregon, we’ve had a very wet and cold spring. I guess that’s why it’s so green here. … But it’s so sad to see the flowers all bending down instead of lifting their little heads to the sky.

This weekend DH and I planted some seeds–green beans and 2 kinds of sunflowers. On the flower packets it said the soil had to be 60°. So maybe they’ll germinate by July!

All that to say that right outside my studio window is my little garden, where I get a lot of my inspiration. There’s a tiny fountain and lots of roses and daylilies among the perennials and other flowers. It is safe from the deer, who are sure people plant flowers for their dining pleasure and who have no mercy…And it is safe from Bosco, the dog, who thinks a daylily is just another tuft of tall grass to be sat upon, and who can’t resist getting all 4 feet wet when drinking from the pond. It is my sanctuary in brilliant color, where birds of all sorts come to bathe and drink. The garden calls to me when I need to avoid working on a manuscript or quilt design, where I can stretch and smell and enjoy my life.