Spring

I planted the Banksia (yellow roses) 35+ years ago and they have sucked our well dry and devoured a 40 foot tree. The pink roses, Cecile Brunner, have been engulfing space for almost as long. I prune the parts that try to swallow the garden, so they have covered my studio and spread to the trees.

More often than not, we eat dinner in bed. So I made a tray. If you look at the grain, you will see bilateral symmetry. It's "bookmatched" -- I sliced it down the center with a bandsaw and split it in half.

On the tray is a fresh fragrance bouquet I will place by our bed: roses, jasmine, and lavender -- the smell of our deck. Whatever is responsible for a planet where these things happen -- thanks!