About this art:
My dear friend Jaynn passed away recently.
She was 96, and I felt such a loss—even more than when my own mother died. Jaynn and I had known each other for 53 years. We met through my aunt. Jaynn was her best friend.
When I got married, Jaynn nicknamed me “Sadie” after “Sadie, Sadie, married lady.” It was a nickname that stuck. She called me Sadie the rest of her life. Jaynn taught me about beauty and the true graces of life. She introduced me to society and her circle of friends…women who became my friends, too. Jaynn loved antiques, fine art, and a beautiful table setting; her favorites became mine.
After Jaynn died, I visited her eldest daughter, and she asked me if I wanted anything of her mother’s. I told her that I carried Jaynn in my heart, and I couldn’t think of a thing more precious than that. But then I was reminded of Jaynn’s garden. She was a Master Gardner, and she and I both loved her irises, and so I told her daughter Vicki that I would like some of Jaynn’s irises from her garden.
And so, Vicki and I took shovels over to Jaynn’s home and dug up some of her irises. We had no idea of the color we were getting, but I put the rhizomes in a box and shipped them home. When they arrived, I opened the box, shook each rhizome carefully to loosen the clinging dirt clogs, AND THEN I SAW THEM.
REALLY SAW THEM.
These rhizomes, dark and with no outward sign of life, yet so filled with life’s promise.
I had to photograph them.
The rhizomes are now planted in a special place in my garden. They bloom among other butterfly-attracting plants. They are beautiful and remind me that nature renews us with its promise of new life.
I have named the spot where they bloom “Jaynn’s Garden.” When spring comes each year and the sweet smell of the blossoms wafts across my patio, I reflect on Jaynn and the gift she was in my life.
She is forever in my heart.