Just like writing, gardening takes the same amount of planning. There are always the details like who flourishes in the sun or shade, or who plays well with others, and who ends up with the biggest blooms. It’s the planning, weeding, and re-writing of scenes. Really writing and gardening can be explained the same way. Its the time invested that makes the finally product show stopping, it’s the sweat equity. Investing time and nurturing until you can actually sit back with a glass of whatever it is that makes you happy, and enjoy what your hard work brought.
Today I found a return on my investment. A new beauty in my garden, and one hidden away in a writing file, but more on that a bit later. I have some more sweating to do before I fill up that glass.
This little guy found himself a new home earlier today.
With much love,
There is something magical about spring. Humidity begins to transform the air into a greenhouse. The green growth evolves into a lush carpet, and the buds transform into a bloom with the sweet scent of life. The birds whistle and the frogs sing, filling the air with nature’s music.
In northern Michigan, sometimes our winters can be extremely long and bitter, but spring quickly reminds me why I have stayed here forever. This year, the grass seems to uprooted itself purposely, landing in my gardens. I have threatened it, but it laughs back only to root its feet a little deeper into the soil, standing its ground.
While weeding, and weeding some more, I uncovered some of my favorite spring growth. I also sat and watched a blue heron devour his supper. Really I should have been editing…easily distracted, what can I say.
Here’s the view through the looking glass…
With much love,
My escape last night. Simple, but therapeutic. It’s amazing where a pen and paper can take you without ever leaving home. Stop to smell the roses. Lots of love ~ Lisa🌼