Thursday, March 7, 2013
My garden reflects how I live my life; wild with pops of color. When it gets to be too much, I clear away the decaying debris in a flurry to make room for new life. Constantly struggling with the idea of being more manicured, I always give in to leafy low hanging branches and tall grasses; wildflowers and weeds. Peering through, I'm in my own world. Lost in the lush, I am dreamy. Ooooh, but the idea of perfectly paved pathways and contained matching abundance tempt me. Of course, my pathways will need to be covered in spongy moss with blurred borders and lavender will serve as my fence. Nature resembles my nature.