Oh, how I love our wildflowers! One day I just had to take a moment to paint them. My husband and I heavily sprinkle tons of seeds (Well, maybe not tons but a great deal of them) onto our garden site. We water them generously and anxiously await the first signs of budding to pop up from the soil.
There is an element of surprise, clutter, and nonsymmetrical beauty in a batch of wildflowers. They seem to be freer than most other flowers as they wave triumphantly in the wind. Many endure our lengthened winter season and reappear with the newly planted growing specimens. They also help to crowd out the weeds—especially the unwelcome stubborn morning glory varieties.
It is always celebratory when the flowers begin to appear. We can’t wait to check the garden each morning for new arrivals with their vivid colors and their dogged determination to brave the storms and this year’s cricket infestation.
Hoping the majority of these wild ones will reappear next year.
