Ink and watercolor drawing on Stonehenge, 10" x 5"
The colors are subdued; the foliage, for the most part, shorn; the flowers faded. It's the end of the season.
It was a good year in the garden. I was especially happy with my delphinium and sweet peas and dahlias, and the general look of the massed perennials - after three years, the garden filled in and came into its own this season. Doing these drawings has been good, too: I feel like I "grew" an illustration style that has gotten looser as the year has gone on, and given some pleasure to the other gardeners too.
That's the happiness of gardening communally - seeing and admiring what others are doing, sharing the beauty as well as the work, contributing what we're each good at, making friends, exchanging plants, going together on trips to nurseries and the botanical garden. By the same token, I've cherished the times when I was at the garden all alone: precious moments of nature and quiet in the middle of a huge city. Now the garden will become very silent indeed, as we wait for the blanket of snow that will protects the roots from freezing and thawing. Am I ready? Not really, but we never are, are we?