Flora Twilby, Garden Slug, lives on

I once had a garden slug. 

Yes, I did.  I brought her back from a trip to Seattle.  She was brown, about 4 or 5 inches long.  (Slugs are difficult to measure.  They keep changing shape and they are very slimy.  So this is just a guesstimate.)  Daughter Safia named her Flora Twilby, which is a very good name for a slug.  We kept her in a fishbowl for about 9 months.  She ate a lot of lettuce and other vegetables and every once in a while she would shoot a slime ball out of a hole in her side.  I don't know why.  As far as slugs go, she was a great one.  And she inspired me to pick up a pencil and draw.  Her curvy, long lines.  Her little feelers.  Her slime.  Just beautiful.  That was a few years back.     

Flash forward to a snowy cold day a few weeks ago.  I was shopping at Mother Earth Gardens .  In the middle of winter it's such a boost to visit a garden shop.  The smells, (they say it's the organic fertilizer, but it smells good to me) the gorgeous green plants, the planters just waiting for the opportunity to cradle all sorts of succulents, ferns, whatever your heart desires.  

Then I noticed that they had a display of beautiful garden-themed greeting cards.  And I remembered my lovely slug card.  (No, I'm serious.  It's lovely.)  I offered to bring it in.  

So on another cold, snowy day I packed up my lovely slug card and a few of my faery cards too, and took them over.  

And I am so happy to announce that my cards are now at Mother Earth Gardens, Northeast. 

So Northeast neighbors, please stop in to see my cards and all the other wonderful things that whisper spring.

 

And if you'd like to see the faery cards, well, you'll just have to stop in.