Recently my son Chris, and myself spent a day at San Diego Botanical Gardens.  it was a trip we had been talking about for months.  As it turned out, it was perfect timing.

There was a nice breeze,  a little cool, and the most beautiful flowers were just  growing there and blooming for all of our joy. Chris and myself were filled with beauty and good feelings.  We were in awe over the vivid colors and beauty of the gardens.

I know many places we live don’t have special gardens dedicated to the preservation of plants, however I see the beauty in even the weediest of places.  As an artist, even dried weeds hold beauty and magic.

Many years ago my friend Cathy Cary, had windows in her home with blue bottles and the simplest of a dried weed setting inside the bottle.   I was so impressed with the simplicity, I frequently do the same thing.

Every time I get uptight about my art not being perfect, Chris reminds me, “Nature is perfect in it’s imperfection!”  Everyone knows I don’t do perfect anyway, so why would I be uptight about perfection?

To me there is something moving about a poppy waving at me in the breeze, i love them.