“Some artists find their creative path early. Some of us take a longer time. Until midlife perhaps. And a shadowed forest. And one day a kind of panic takes hold. I’m one of those. I wrote stories on scraps of paper too, on the floor of my father’s study, until the sun went down. Where did she go?”
Self acknowledged late bloomer Mary MacDonald of Whistler comes to terms with the needs of a well rounded garden.