Mid-August and I might as well admit it, my garden is a dud. Its a forest of green: Rosemary, leggy lavender, mile high juniper and fir, and geraniums which have been denuded of thier bloom by the herds of deer that chew their way through the neighborhood every night.
So I long for blooms, especially when my friend from Mass., Liz, (Hi, Liz) sent me photos of her vibrant flowers, including heavenly blue morning glories slithering up and over a birdhouse.
All this leads me to painting flowers in the all over pattern , then when I open my kiln its sort of like a little greenhouse...........
