Here I sit sorting through my silk ribbon collection; trying to decide on the flowers I’ll draw to embroider next. About six years ago; at one of life junctures, I grew to love silk ribbon embroidery as a way to pass through the winter months with my mind brimming with images of my summer garden.
Since then, I’ve embroidered wall hangings, tablecloths, napkins, curtains, shirts, velvet wine bags and pictures et al. – all bearing bits of my garden.
I wish now that I had taken pictures of my embroidery work. So much of my heart was put into them. As with so many things in life though, I’m no longer sure of their whereabouts. With some, I know they are cared for lovingly while with others, I can only hope they serve as remembrances of things past.
Maybe that’s why a garden has always grounded me – through changing seasons, I know instinctively how to nurture plants. They thrive without asking for much in return.
If only I had a way to understand people as I do plants. I suppose that is one of the great ironies of life.