I love neat and tidy gardens.
I really do.
Other people's neat and tidy gardens.
Mine is not and I think is not meant to be.
It has rather become a reflection of the chaos that often lives inside myself. One month short of 4 years on this journey I often still feel as if I am under construction or perhaps some sort of permanent emotional fog.
Or is it the evolution of an eclectically creative and scattered mind?
Still…the gift of the tiny rose from Rose’s Garden was a welcome bit of unexpected early spring serendipity. 
Some days I hardly recognize myself and I wonder who I will be in another 4 years????
I wonder would he recognize and love the woman who is and continues to become as he did the one who was in the imagined happenstance that I saw him again on this earth?
But...that is food for another post.
In the meantime, I reckon I'll be like my clumsy Charlie Dawg rooting around among the wild blackberries out in the back 40.
Should I be plagued by the desire for order...I can just look across the fence into Old MacDonald's well tamed parcel of real estate. (He's the only person I know who would neatly groom goat and bunny poop)
(All photos taken by me withing the last 7 days using either my Nikon pocket camera or himself's Sony big-boy digi-cams.)
Great spot holder my dear friend !
ReplyDeleteI never realized how much I liked azaleas until I had some.
This house has tons of them in the front.
I miss them as they have already bloomed for the year.
Their pinkness was mesmerizing and jarring at the same time.
If your "under construction" is any taste of things to come, I can't wait! I love looking at these pictures and the high contrast of the beautiful pink flowers w/ the mist and fog...all quite lovely just as they are...thanks for it.
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((Josie))
ReplyDeleteWhen I look at my garden, I always see dreaded weeds, or something not quite picture perfect.
I know that it's not possible to be that exacting unless a team of folks is working on it while your taking pics,or digital erasing !
I have gone places with this garden that no other circumstances would have placed me in this climate with these influences
to do what I have with the place.
Steff and I have moments of pure joy in that yard, and pure agony when the humidity pours down our faces and the bugs eat us alive .
Near midnight summer swims watching the solar lights dramatic cascade all along one side of the pool ,accompanied by deep purple sky with it's mauve-lilac horizon .
I am a different being than I was nearly 4 years ago.
Who knows what the next 4 will bring.