How My Garden Grows

I really like gardening. With relief I can say we did fine with it this year.

Picture me: I stand to rub my dirty hands with introspection out of doors,
for some things die and others baffle me with their resolve to live,

living for the sake of it. They merely chose. They can, you know. Right?

These sweet peas were not-- with their feet planted-- going to bloom until I actually tied and trained them to something. "Can't you climb that yourself? You're supposed to." Then I broke down, got out the twist ties, and they resolutely held to the agreement in less than a week.

A barely peeking sunflower here, a mass of belated cosmos there.

My favorites are the aromatic and the edible (herbs and vegetables) as they tend to be thoroughgoing and unassuming. Good qualities.

Perfect for the summer climate that wasn't. We've bonded over it with the neighbors. Which means they in turn took part of the fence down. We're flattered in a way...

We adapt, grow, change.

Growing until, with good conscience, you stops to wonder how it all had progressed right before your eyes.