I started these wildflower drawings shortly after moving here last Spring. I didn't know anyone, didn't have a job, or a puppy, a husband to hang out with all day, or really anything to do. It was weird. And so one windy afternoon, I drew a Lupine. And I felt much better.
Twelve wildflowers later, and this place feels more like home every day. I've met so many wonderful people, I have a puppy (!!!), and I've almost fully adjusted to Evan being gone to work all day (He's kind of my favorite person ever, so I like him to be around all of the time. We are still trying to figure out a way for him to not work at all, but I'm afraid we might get hungry...) And as I was lying in bed the other morning, still a little fuzzy in the brain, I had the most wonderful thought: these flowers are my metaphor for blooming where I'm planted. Not that I'm claiming to have fully bloomed here (I still don't even have a cowboy hat!).
And now that this 'series' is finally complete, I am excited to put away my pencils for a while and move onto something else. I'll let you know when I know what it is :)
