Bought plants, planted plants, photographed plants, drew plants from life. Plants from my deck. Plants in my ground. Drew them while talking to my 88 year old Grandma on the phone. She's been snipping, clipping, digging, watering her entire life. I told her I finally get it, this planting thing. I feel like I'm on the verge of something huge; things in my life are being pruned, I'm turning over a new leaf, I'm getting my hands dirty, I'm growing. Now all of those garden metaphors make sense! Yesterday the trees in my yard had fuzzy pollen tips; today they are leaves. Bravo, spring.