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![]() Catherine L. Gauldin, Architectural Illustration and Fine Art Florals |
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I've always loved flowers
and have for many years made it a point to cultivate a large garden full
of roses, crepe myrtle, begonias, gardenia, Amarylis,...whatever will grow and bloom under the hot Texas sun, and not a few
varieties that don't. The garden is a metaphor for life and is an illustration of the long progression from birth to
death; there's also something mindless and comforting in the tasks associated with keeping a garden. The formula is
a simple one: a little soil, some fertilizer, water and the plants themselves yield a continuing feast for the eye all
summer and spring and when the plants die back in the winter, there is always the assurance that more will emerge in the springtime
to begin the cycle of life all over again.
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