I’m going to hijack my own post for a minute to admit that I had reservations about doing a blog. I wish I could tell you about the quiet triumphs in my day–the professional discoveries, satisfying work, a concept mastered, new people with whom to collaborate. However, very little of that is appropriate for general broadcast. These quiet activities are the things that occupy most of my time, and make me launch out of bed in the morning. Drawing, reading, writing, listening, and talking are the regular activities of life as an artist, and here with so few distractions every effort yield two or three times the normal result. Yes, the time here has been and continues to be amazing and I can tell you more when we see each other in person. Alas, the limitations of any media alter the message.

Now back to your regularly scheduled encounter with daffodils…

Daffodil Field

This is the view behind our flat. Amazing. For several weeks now I’ve been cutting fresh flowers from this field of daffodils and narcissus to put on my studio table and in our kitchen. The flowers seem to last forever and they smell heavenly. The amazing thing about plants in general here is that they each take turns blooming. Even back in January, every week, at all times something was in bloom. The shrubs and flowers spend ages getting ready, but when their appointed time arrives they begin the show–slowly at first with hints of color, then more and more each day until the effect is stunning.

Kitchen Daffodils

In the midwest where I’ve lived most of my life Spring takes about a couple weeks in April when everything blooms in a flurry of color and smells, and one day you walk outside to see that all the petals have fallen to the ground and that’s it. Fall is much the same; Burr being from KY was not aware of this when he moved to WI for grad school. He actually missed his first Midwestern fall because a paper deadline kept him cooped up for the two weeks. The days were getting short, and he arrived at the school in the morning darkness and left in the evening darkness. The day after the deadline had passed he put on his jacket for a stroll and as he stepped outside in the sunlight he noticed all the naked trees and the copious amounts of leaves piled along the streets. He missed the fall of 2000.

Not so here. Things take their time and bloom in a slow crescendo, each species hitting their peak in turn. I think the Maluses (apple family) are on their way up right now. The should be hitting a high note soon, and they all smell amazing. over the past few weeks I’ve been taking pictures of the daffodil field behind the flat. Everyday I swear there are more. I finally broke down and decided to make the post and not wait for more flowers. Burr and I have this theory that if I keep taking pictures maybe there will be more flowers indefinitely. Mmmmmmm.

Studio Daffodils

2 Responses to “Daffodils.”

  1. 1 pam strohl Mar 16th, 2007 at 6:45 pm

    just lovely. those daily slow, quiet things happening in our lives amount to a great deal. i am glad you are producing work. i can’t wait to see. love, pam

  2. 2 liz Mar 19th, 2007 at 7:56 pm

    Those are gorgeous! I am so jealous I am not there. I have never seen wild flowers like that, it is simply amazing. Very cool that you post pics of daffodils when we just had Daffodil Days here last week or the week before (raising money for American Cancer Society). The still life pic with the bold yellows is stunning. Can’t wait to see all yor work you’re producing! “Cheers”

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