Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about gardening. I miss it. The smell of freshly dug dirt; the daily routine of tending plants as they move through their life cycle; the joy of first bud, first bloom, first fruit; the satisfaction of a bountiful harvest; the sense of completion when you put the garden to bed at the end of the season and the life lessons the garden generously shares year in and year out. I miss it.
I have a Bachelors degree in Horticulture and Human Welfare and at one time I set up garden programs for disadvantaged youth. I taught children how to garden but what I really tried to instill in them was the sense of hope and wonder represented by each tiny seed and each vulnerable stem that pushed through the surface of the ground. I haven’t had a garden in a few years – no place for it in my current living situation – but I’ve been thinking about gardening a lot because today, after a year long search, we signed a contract to buy a house. Soon I will have a garden again.
Jane Siet’s botanical images capture single moments of beauty in the life of a flower – the curve of a petal, the crisp of a dying leaf, the smooth underbelly of a tender blossom. These are the very things that can keep me grounded in a garden space for hours. Siet’s images are evocative of another time, when simple things had value and life was more cyclical, less cynical. Allow me to enjoy how her garden grows before the real task ahead – moving to a new home in five weeks – sets in. I hope you spend a few moments looking at her portolio before the world pushes back at you too. It is a quiet, soft place to fall and her artistic point of view is lush and precious.