writing - sometimes invisible
once upon a time I had a garden - the KITCHEN ROOM
and I loved my garden into being every year. I started at this time of year, the "I can't take it any long, monochromatic time of year." Throwing on a heavy sweater, I'd go to the shed and pull out my empty pots. And up to the deck they'd go... where I could see them easily from inside the living room. That way, whenever i needed inspiration, I could look out at the deck and imagine the green coming. Which it did by late May, after I'd planted what I wanted to see distributed in mid-June throughout my garden as features of love.
So I miss my once-upon-a-time garden.
But today, this picture appeared after an absence of a few years. It came to remind me that my garden lives within me. And I can rest and see the green coming whenever I need a blessing.
my LOST GARDEN
once upon a time I had a garden - the KITCHEN ROOM
and I loved my garden into being every year. I started at this time of year, the "I can't take it any long, monochromatic time of year." Throwing on a heavy sweater, I'd go to the shed and pull out my empty pots. And up to the deck they'd go... where I could see them easily from inside the living room. That way, whenever i needed inspiration, I could look out at the deck and imagine the green coming. Which it did by late May, after I'd planted what I wanted to see distributed in mid-June throughout my garden as features of love.
So I miss my once-upon-a-time garden.
But today, this picture appeared after an absence of a few years. It came to remind me that my garden lives within me. And I can rest and see the green coming whenever I need a blessing.
my LOST GARDEN