Oh garden mine, do you really know how much I love you? Let me count the ways...
I love you for your patterns
for your produce
for your sounds and shapes and structures.
I love you for your flowers
for your herbs
and for your constant encouragement to look out the windows and get out of doors.
You are demanding, ruthless, determined to have your own way, and yet you are rewarding, generous, and constantly surprising me with your beauty. You have humbled me, taught me, fed my spirit, my senses, and my body. You have been central to some of my best - and worst moments. I cannot imagine life without you. Be mine, garden, for I am already yours.
