I have been forever inspired by flowers. As soon as Spring arrives, who cannot but be enthralled by the exquisite bursts of color that emerge from the monochrome months that proceeded it. Each season has it's colors, it's fragrances and it's graceful forms. If I could imitate, in one dress, the nonchalant grace that blooms so profusely everywhere, I would be ecstatic. Perhaps it is also their ephemeral nature that makes them so appealing. Impossible to save or capture, like time itself. . .but there to enjoy, to savor and be inspired by.
My mother used to grow Zinnias in her garden every summer. I had thought of them as country flowers and it has only been in the last few years, as I have seen them at the Farmer's Markets, that I considered trying to grow them myself in our window boxes. This year I decided to grow them from seeds, so it has been doubly rewarding to see them come into flower and thrive. They are not fussy- don't mind the scorching sun and are an endless source of happiness.