I'm the type of gardener who plants things + mostly waits to see what nature does with it. There's no round-up to bend things to my will. There are squirrels that dig + rabbits that multiply. Chipmunks + skinks scurry. Bees buzz.
I do not want to do battle with nature. We weed...some. We water...some. Things that were planted last year or the year before emerge. I don't remember all the names that humans gave them. They are beautiful.
One day, I exclaimed at the bright purple blossoms that appeared. It rained for days + the purple blossoms disappeared. And then, an evening visit to the garden revealed why this purple seems to appear + disappear. They close at night! Of course!
The recognition felt like a message:
Love,
Jane
I do not want to do battle with nature. We weed...some. We water...some. Things that were planted last year or the year before emerge. I don't remember all the names that humans gave them. They are beautiful.
One day, I exclaimed at the bright purple blossoms that appeared. It rained for days + the purple blossoms disappeared. And then, an evening visit to the garden revealed why this purple seems to appear + disappear. They close at night! Of course!
The recognition felt like a message:
- the drawing in is where the power lies
- the drawing in enables the resilience of the beauty
- the drawing in is at least as beautiful as the outward facing beauty
Love,
Jane
