Valentine’s Day: Love Blooms

Picket Fence Summer Garden

As the seasons progressed, so did my designs. Spring was fluttered by small delicacies like crocuses; summer was flamboyant and exuberant with petunias, peonies and pansies; autumn acknowledged the validation of sleep or death; winter, not the dead zone, strengthened the smile under the blanket of chilled stones. Mother Nature still works when seemingly frozen and immobilized.


Pumpkin Pie Garden.

Plants forcing hope through soil became popular with passers-by. They took pictures to put on screen savers. They spoke about it with their families and co-workers. Plant suppliers in Union Square Market visited my SoHo strivings. People frequently spoke to me as I pottered—stooping, kneeling, and stretching in the toil of my love-lock. They recognized my love as I stared at blossoms about to burst; at the wavy surge of petunias lurching over the violets so the whole color frame would revisit the dynamic smear of Monet’s water lilies or the reckless sensuality of Van Gogh’s sunflowers, competing with a cluster of coy pansies at the base of the planter.


Rosemary with peeping pansies.

This was floral abstraction to a passionate degree. I yearned for the feeling of communion and command of the earth and happy satisfaction I experienced as a young child, reflected in the art I had found later as an older child. It was love in its maturing stages. It was the love that inspired me while tilling and toiling and watching the beneficence of soil: recognizing the power of inspiring and instigated growth. Creation!

It was the infiltration of art into the crude, hard work of gardening—the creating of the garden in its small, sometimes quiet miniscularity that reflects the capacious field of creativity: the garden as canvas.


Symphony in Blue

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  • Paula Emery April 19, 2017 at 8:42 am

    I so enjoyed the article, Valentine’s Day!!!