Life truly rushes by, does it not? Wonderful links, Laurie. I think I may have seen his garden before, perhaps in a book somewhere?
I've decided I will never 'catch up' or 'get ahead' or even 'a head'. I believe that housework is the great metaphor for life: consider it a circle, not a straight line. You go around, then around again. And it is way less satisfying than gardening, which does the same. And no matter, the garden is always the sanest place around. Murmur, keep your hands in the garden when your head is going in zillions of directions. The more things that must be done, the more the garden calls, and the more 'grounded' one can get, even as everything and everyone whirls around you like dervishes. The garden can become the center of the universe for brief moments in time. You become the quiet eye in the storm.
susy, reading over that sentiment, I think you are right. I think it belongs in my garden somewhere. I like it. It says everything there is to say on some days!
My latest bit of fun: I was at the Goodwill last week, can't remember why, but I came upon two paintings by what I prefer to call " artists-in-training". They called out to have homes and I just LIKED them. They are not good artwork but they deserved a place in my garden. So I found a frame for the frameless one and bought the paintings and said frame. I have painted the frames in shades of mulberry, plum and chartreuse - the colors of happiness. They now hang in the 'concrete patio shade garden' in a bare spot skipped entirely by the clematis in its struggle to reach the sunlight. I will post a photo for you all later. It is too dark right now. Suffice to say that somewhere there are two artists who will not die completely unsung.
Laurie comes home, walks dog, gets a glass of wine, finishes day. I come home pat dog on the head, perhaps throw the frisbee a time or two, feed koi and comment on their exponential growth, do a bit of garden puttering just to unwind. My husband sits and watches. It's his favorite activity. When he ceases to appreciate the bits of plants caught in my hair, it will be all over for me.
