Thursday, March 13, 2014

March 13, 2014

     I had my own secret garden once.  It was quite an effort to clear the detritus of many years of neglect.  The entire time my children were growing up I tweaked the garden as they played as a way of watching what they were doing without them realizing it.  What joy that garden gave us all as they played in and around the plants and the tumble down stones and created stinky brews out of decaying plants and water. I have a new garden now which is neat and tidy, landscaped to perfection to fit the standards of the subdivision.  But I will always have a special place in my heart for my tumble down out of control secret garden of the past.

1 comment:

  1. I love the connections. The Secret Garden was one of my favorite books as a kid. Your writing captured that essence.