The Way My Garden Grows

My garden. I love it. It has grass and weeds. But that's not my focus.  It has irises. And daisies. Hollyhocks.  Mint.It has flax.  And cosmos.  And honeysuckle. And huge sunflowers. I'll be planting some morning glories.  And some squash and pumpkins to climb the arbor. I hope that works...because I can totally picture it. Tiny pumpkins...not giant. :)   It has cute chairs. And potted plants.  I just got a couple of adorable geraniums. Geraniums cheer up everything. Always.
It's far from perfect. Incredibly eclectic.  But it's a treasure.  It comes complete with a couple of toads.  And some visiting butterflies.  Some people see the beauty. Some people see disarray.  Me,I find it stunning.  Full of things I love.  And full of things that people have gifted me. Making it...yes, even more special.  This year, I was given an arbor. It's so pretty to drive up to my house and see it.  As in....I've had it for a few weeks and every single time I drive up....I smile again.
My garden shows me how life is. How things that you have planted in the past grow bigger and healthier through the years.  How they begin to choke out the weeds and the grass.  It shows me how I water.  And I do some work....but I cannot make anything grow.  It's a complete miracle.
My life is not complete without a garden.  Without the awe power of seeing things come to life each spring. My garden soothes my soul.  And makes me want to create.  My canvas is the ground.  The house.  The whole yard.  And I "paint"  a piece at a time.  Re-working as needed.  Never worrying that it isn't right....it's a garden.  It's supposed to be full of surprises and places of different heights and different textures.
And my little brain has moved on to the WHOLE yard.  How to pull it together.  How to build.  How to connect.  It makes me giddy.  Joyful.  Peaceful.
My house is a wreck. I have been gone the whole day.  I was exhausted.  But, seeing my garden made me want to spiff it up.  Spend some time.  I like doing a little something each day.  Making a little progress each day.  It's satisfying to do something and know that the next day seeing it will make me smile.
And God is getting ready to water it for me.  The wind has picked up.  The thunder is rolling.  It will rain.  And then the sun will come out....and it will be as if I can watch the plants grow.  I LOVE that feeling.
I love how flax has new flowers every single day....shedding the old ones and making new ones.  Wow.  Every day.  How cool is that? How  directly does that speak to being made new?
My flowers have propagated through the years.  From the two daisy plants to....I don't know, a dozen? From a few irises to a whole patch.  From a few dianthus to a hundred or so.
I am blessed by the simple growing things.  From roses to wildflowers.  It makes no difference to me.  They all intermingle and bring joy in their own season.
And each day is like a new gift.....a surprise waiting for me.  God is so good that way.

blessings.