My father taught me gardening. He encouraged me to see beauty and re-create it, not as an exercise, more as an act of faith. He told me that God put us first into a garden, and when we lost Eden, we were fated to search and reinvent it again. ~ Le Notre, A Little Chaos
My garden, my haven, has been evolving for more than a decade now. New beds inspired by love or loss, existing beds enhanced by new plants or stripped bare to begin anew, and the recent addition of large lichen and moss adorned rocks comprise my personal heaven.
Long ago I learned gardening was a metaphor for life and perhaps I toil tirelessly in an attempt to make up for the past by creating a more beautiful future. Perhaps I work to the point of utter fatigue so I may sleep a dreamless sleep. Either way, I know I find positive changes of the heart in creating the wild and unruly beauty that is my garden and, in this, I find my own peace. ~ Mk Michaels
