May 1, 2024
Media: oil on birch panel, shellac undercoat, unframed
Size: 6x6 in
My mother raised six children, and we were a wild bunch. She did a fantastic job, but was often exhausted from the day-after-dayness of it all. Her place of refuge was the garden. My father built a rock garden for her, and she spent hours of happiness and peace tending to its blooms. One of my favorites of her selection were her Scilla plants. Bulbs, they come up and look like a cross between bluebells and hyacinths. I dug up some of those plants a long time ago, and have planted them in each new home where I have lived. It seemed very special, this year, to have them come up in my new home, just in time for Mother's Day. When I look at them, I think of my mom, and the way she made a home for me that was so secure that I carry it in my heart to this day. And looking at those blooms makes me feel settled wherever I find myself. My mother raised six children, and we were a wild bunch. She did a fantastic job, but was often exhausted from the day-after-dayness of it all. Her place of refuge was the garden. My father built a rock garden for her, and she spent hours of happiness and peace tending to its blooms. One of my favorites of her selection were her Scilla plants. Bulbs, they come up and look like a cross between bluebells and hyacinths. I dug up some of those plants a long time ago, and have planted them in each new home where I have lived. It seemed very special, this year, to have them come up in my new home, just in time for Mother's Day. When I look at them, I think of my mom, and the way she made a home for me that was so secure that I carry it in my heart to this day. And looking at those blooms makes me feel settled wherever I find myself. |