This is what it feels like to live a full-color creative life: always in a state of bloom!
When I was in fourth grade, the thing I wanted more than anything in the world was a bunny.
We had cats and a dog, and various and sundry goldfish, but I wanted a house rabbit. Preferably a flop-eared rabbit.
Mom and Dad weren’t so keen on the idea. For my ninth birthday, instead of a bunny, I found a cage in the living room with a guinea pig.
I named her Abby. She was a black-and-white checked Abyssinian. She was the best birthday present ever.
I went on to get three more guina pigs over the next several years — a friend for Abby, then after Abby died, a friend for her friend, and so on. I loved those guinea pigs, but I never did get a bunny.
Maybe that’s why they keep showing up in my art. 🙂
I don’t have a real garden. Living in a townhouse with a postage-stamp backyard, which gets very little direct sun, space is limited. And face it, gardening just hasn’t climbed up to the top of my priority list.
I do love other people’s beautiful gardens, though.
Years ago, I thought writing was for other people, not for me. So perhaps gardening will become a creative passion later in life.
Or not. You never know. In the meantime, I’ll stop and smell (other people’s) roses whenever I get the chance.