Wild Muse Notes ♣ Aria Nadii’s Weblog

Take a walk down the stone steps into my garden.

Quietly sneak past the guard and under the driftwood arch.

Hot peppers galore.

Abundance

A field of cosmos 10 feet tall.

A fig tree grew out of the compost. Surprise!

C.P. made these birdhouses out of the mahogany scraps from our new front porch.

Cucumbers gone wild.

Another volunteer. This basil planted itself on the brick path outside of the parsley bed.

The garden will be fading soon. The lush late summer and early fall glory is captured here. I think I have a few more months but who can tell? This is the New England coast and the weather has been so unpredictable everywhere else. I had a dream last night that I woke up and looked out the window and it was snowing. When I really did wake up, I thought it would be snowing. I jumped out of the bed and planned to go outside and grab everything I could harvest and I didn’t feel silly at all. I was just surprised and relieved that it wasn’t snowing.

We’ve been thinking of scrapping the greenhouse idea and building a second studio space in the garden. There would be room for a smaller greenhouse built against the side of the house instead. That would really be more practical in the winter and early spring. A working space in the garden for making art makes more sense since that is where I spend most of my time for almost half of the year. I always feel split down the middle as to where I want to be. Meanwhile, I feel pulled inside out as to what I want to do with my creative self. I suppose I am having a crisis of direction. This has been going for awhile and that is why I haven’t posted new work. The answer is probably simple. I just can’t see it yet so I am spinning little wheels in my mind. Hopefully something interesting will come out of all these complicated contemplations. Until then, the garden is my studio.