Wild Flowers

There was a time when we let our yard run wild. These wildflowers grew and grew, so much so that birds were resting, almost hidden on their branches everywhere.

While most people think of them as weeds, their flowers are actually pretty. To me, they’re like the baby’s breath of the wild.

I could hang out in the backyard for hours watching these birds flutter from flower to flower and listen to their songs.

When I walked through the yard, flocks of birds would suddenly fly away in protest of my intrusion.

At some point, I knew that my husband had to mow these flowers down lest we unknowingly start breeding snakes and other critters. So I cut a few pieces and used them to create these wall pieces in dark clay. The colors are, of course, my use of creative liberties.

These art pieces now live in the homes of 2 special people. My garden is now part of their homes and I love it.