I never envisioned myself as a Gardener, I certainly don’t grow vegetables, fruit or roses and REALLY, I’m not one. The term gardener is a misnomer for me…
I’m actually a dreamer. Growing up for me was more about having a wonderful childhood, with many explorations into the local mountains and desert and parents who truly loved me and my sister. I tend to think that a garden, regardless of what is in it, is an expression of ourselves and what we love.
When I look over previous pictures of myself, it is quite apparent how much being free is part of my soul. Nature is a perfect expression of that emotion and my garden is a source of connection to that part of myself and int turn connected to the universe that supports all life.
The seasons change, move and surprise us sometimes with their unpredictability but we can observe the evolution of nature and ourselves through these times and when I look over my garden, I feel an ease, appreciation for my life and continue to delight in my decision to “go native”.
Treasure each day, each relationship, value what is close and be kind to one another. And especially be kind to yourself and know that you have value….
Plant a poesy, plant a tomato, but plant something and gaze and marvel at it’s ability to survive and grow in spite of your mistakes.
It’s life, after all.