Thursday, August 5, 2010
I liked it because I saw in it what the garden does for me..it holds the key to me for many emotions that want expression.
.not to others but to me..only me. In the morning I take my daily meditative walk looking..looking for something to speak to me....to thrill me..to surprise me....something that holds me in a place where I need to be. The garden does this to me....unlocks.
Right now the garden is soggy and bent over from the recent thunderstorms. The mosquitoes are swarming. It isn't a pretty place now. But I still walk, looking.
This morning there was nice sunshine and joe- pye -weed was buzzing with dozens of bees and butterflies and wasps. Life after rain.
When I uprighted pots and things that had been blown over
..there were big earthworms curled underneath...life trying to survive.
I saw the toad this morning and the two bunnies that live in the back 10 feet of the shade garden..which by the way is overrun with weedy plants such as thistle...my enemy...but the bees like it...oh well.
The landscapers will come today and mow the lawn and it will look better
..like or not..grass is a resting place for the eyes in my garden
..an oasis from all the wildness that I must have.
But the grass I need too. It is all balance. Like life.
Too much wildness...chaos
too much order....stifling and no joy
too much rain...soggy
too much sunshine and heat....wilt and death
I learn much from my garden,my Open Bar of Joy