I've been out walking, escaping the tyranny of chairs in a conference week of lecture halls and classrooms. Yesterday the wind was biting; today it carried the earthy smell of leaves too long under snow. The gardens are still dormant, waiting for the fickle Alberta spring to settle. Patience is a virtue for plants in this climate. For gardeners, too.
We've had our share of late snow this year, blanketing everything horizontal with a thick layer of sparkling white and leaving the vertical to define the landscape. The winter palette is crystalline…until it warms and softens and my brush swirls through the paint to capture the texture of the thaw. It's a magical and messy season, fraught with risk.