The incredible joy of flowers

Working on a painting

photo

Barbara Muir © 2020

I was thinking today as I sat on my back porch staring at the magnificent mass
of white fall blooming anemones, about what a blessing flowers are, especially
in the hard time that we are living through.

So I picked a small bouquet of anemones, brought them in and started a painting.
The photo tonight shows where I got to. The painting isn’t done, but already it’s
served part of its purpose -- as it made me very happy to work on it.

I’m sure I’m not the only person in Toronto who went out and talked to the garden

today, said, "please hang on", then looked up at the sky and said, "hey could you
please keep it warm for at least another couple of weeks."

The morning glories that we planted by seed at the end of May, flowered in one part
of the garden, and not on an eight foot strip along the fence. I have been urging
those huge heart shaped beauties (the leaves) to produce flowers all summer and
they are just getting ready to bloom. So please universe let it stay warm enough that
they get to show me what they can do. They are covered with the tiny beginnings
of blooms, but I know they need at least a week to create them.

Meanwhile I’m working on a painting of the anemones -- a late summer flower.
They just flowered a couple of weeks ago, so I hope they are more hardy. And
I’m hoping we can stay hardy too at a time when the news is constantly threatening
that more and more of us are going to get sick.

Please wear a mask. Stay safe, stay healthy, and enjoy every minute of the beauty
nature has to offer right now. That inspiration is so important to us.