I always feel a little sad at this time of year. Part of me goes into mourning as the annuals die and the perennials, shrubs and trees go into hibernation. This year in particular I feel guilty that I did not look after my garden the way I normally do. I wonder if it will forgive me. I think it will. With a garden, there is always the promise of next year.
Many years ago when I left the corporate world where I worked in public affairs and communications, I chose the name 'Florescence' for my art business (initially a line of greeting and gift cards based on my watercolours). The word 'florescence' means blossoming time and that seemed like an apt name for a business owned by someone who loves flowers so much. Symbolically, it also fit in terms of what happened when I started concentrating on my art. I blossomed. Making time for my painting this year after leaving it to the side for such a long time has been transformational. I have had wonderful encouragement from family members and friends (you know who you are). It led me to my blog, the friends I have made here, my Etsy store and a lovely group of artists who have encouraged me there. I am painting. I am writing. I am learning. I am happier. I am blossoming again. ❤