My daily practice boils down to making time to see and record what I’m seeing: Pick a plant (or stone or shell) then mix paints to match the hues in the plant (or stone or shell).

No shade on remarkable gardens near and far, but my heart belongs to my plot. But before you call sour grapes (more on that in a bit), I am constantly traveling in time in my garden, weighing the past, assessing the current growing season, and planning for the next. And waiting—so much waiting.