


The garlic scapes have all been cut, one batch of strawberry jam has been made, the perennial borders are a riot of Evening Primrose yellow, and the Mock Orange is bursting with blooms. What could be better than this?!

for my once-older sister Kukla, who died 6 years ago today. I am older now than she was then, and I am still at a loss for words, while I continue trying to figure out how to move through life carrying this giant hole that she left behind. You wouldn’t think a hole could weigh so much.
Purple was her favorite color. She collected pitchers. And she loved flowers, especially tulips. One of my favorite memories of time spent with her was when we took my mother back to Holland, just the three of us. On a cold rainy day – almost exactly 12 years ago today – we went to visit the Keukenhof gardens. They were in full bloom and my sister was a pig in you-know-what. She was completely delighted by every single glorious bed of color.
Snapshots below are of shopping on the streets in Amsterdam; and my mom’s elementary school – directly across from the little hotel where we stayed.





It’s so nice to have weather that allows for digging around in the dirt to see who is coming back to life after that long snow-covered winter nap. Today was just such a day, and to my great delight there were spots of color poking out from the ground all over the place. Last night I heard the first of the peepers which means it’s time to plant the peas. I’m looking forward to all that flurry of garden activity, and being able to spend time outside without being wrapped in 25 layers of clothing.
Other bright news today: the Dunia Moja/One World show got a great review in the Maine Sunday Telegram. To my surprise one of the pieces I worked on was singled out; though I think more for what Fatma did to my base sheet than anything I might have done. None-the-less, it was nice to see my name in print, and spelled correctly at that! You can read the full review here: www.pressherald.com

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen flowers blooming around my house as early as April 1st. But after almost two weeks of rain, signs of color were more than welcome. Maybe it’s because I did a massive attack with pruning shears to the forsythia bush last year, or maybe it’s all the rain, either way, there are a whole mess of little purple crocuses smiling on us – including volunteers in the middle of the yard. What fun.
Lest you suspect spring fever has overtaken my discipline…check out some recent adventures in the studio by clicking here!