Is it any wonder I want unmasked faces around me? #artinthetimeofcorona
A silk cord, a vintage perfume bottle by your favorite jewelry designer and you have a family heirloom. Hang it around your neck or on your bedpost. Elsa, you rock!
Each summer, I take clippings from the Carnation of India, then place them in a clear, glass jar to grow roots. I do this in case the winter kills the existing tree. These flowers are from such a clipping I planted one year. The little four inch plant has grown into a small tree that is taller than I. I feel as if these flowers are our babies!
“What are You Afraid of?” @darlajacksonsculpture #artasprophecy #pandemic2020 photographed by me
I had forgotten how therapeutic ironing could be. As the steam from the iron rose in the air, my anxiety floated away with it. Touching the really fine, antique linen napkins brought back memories of dinner parties past. The big square pillow cases, which by chance have my initials, are used by special over-night guests. As I smoothed out each wrinkle, I dared to dream of guests and parties...of having friends and family around and clasping their hands, even embracing them. I miss their hugs in this year of the pandemic.
An early Mother’s Day gift! “The Years” by French writer Annie Ernaux. Translated by Alison L. Strayer. Thank you, my dear sweet daughter, @michreichert 💋
Don’t you just love surprise blooms?! Tall Husband found one in the Bungalow garden this morning, then took a shot of it. #lily
Angel Trumpets with Heavenly fragrance. #brugmansia
A handful of flowers picked for the dinner table. #gardenia #carnationofindia #diamondfrost