......some really pretty blooms! Despite the neglect while I was less than par the past two seasons, most of the plants in the garden have managed to stave off being drowned in weeds, overcrowded, starved and ignored, and made to be fruitful and multiply without much supervision. I've been surprised at how well most have thived on my benign neglect. I should have tried tough love a long time ago with some of these pampered beauties! I have very much enjoyed the companionship of these flowers while I have worked on resurrecting and reclaiming my much prized garden space. I hereby make this sacred vow, while standing on the garden path under the garden arch and spitting thrice into the wind, to take better care and to minister to all green growing needs before their leaves brown and crisp and roots curl in protest.I had attended a seminar on Julian of Norwich in early April and one of the things I came away with was a renewed sense of my own spirituality and how interconnected we are with the past, the present and my relationship with God, including the lovely green and growing things I surround myself with. My garden has been my altar.
Be a gardener,
Dig a ditch,
Toil and sweat,
And turn the earth upside down.
And seek the deepness
And water the plants in time
Continue this labor
And make sweet floods to run
And noble and abundant fruits to spring.
Take this food and drink
And carry it to God
As your true worship.
``Julian of Norwich
