my secret garden
This is me, most mornings, padding through my garden in flip flops and nightgown, camera or iphone in hand.
The same sky is always above me, I’ve traveled these paths thousands of times. The flowers change, a garden is an ever-evolving life force, and I’ve learned, over the years, that there is only so much I can control.
Another lesson that gardening has taught me about life.
We’ve been through a lot together, my garden and I – at this point, we feel like old friends. The same give and take is required to keep us speaking, we both know that we will always be there for each other, no matter what. We are comfortable with each other, whether I am singing out loud to Joni Mitchell, or sitting in silence to watch the sun set.
I put a lot of work into this relationship, and in return, I receive lots of flowers. Sometimes when I am least expecting them. And we all know that those are the very best kind.
When I sit on my patio, surrounded by plants and flowers and hidden from the rest of the world, it feels like a hug. My garden is not perfect, I see all her flaws from where I sit, but then again, she also sees mine.
We are always forgiving each other, always making allowances, always finding new ways to nourish her soil and my soul.
I grow here more than any of the flowers.
Trees I planted as tiny twigs now tower above my head. But our roots are intertwined.
The same sky is always above us.