Sunday, December 7, 2014

Possibilities

A new day. A cup of tea. Contemplation. I am relishing the freedom of this moment. 

In the garden there are possiblities too. 
Sage going to seed. 

Italian parsley. 

Honesty. 

Candytuft. 

I could chop them off to tidy the garden, but then all of those wonderful seeds would never have a chance to make a new life. That's why my garden is never a showpiece. It is a little piece of nature doing what it is
 meant to do. Perfection. 

1 comment:

rosesgalore said...

In the words of Claude Monet;

'My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.'