
This year, I planted the garden how I was drawn to this patch of earth in spring — not how I thought I should plant it. For years now, I’ve been the most diligent of gardeners — all those tidy rows of beets and broccoli. This year, I ate some radishes and let the rest go to seed and flower. Marigolds run rampart. I duck beneath the sunflowers. Somewhere in the calendula the peppers are hidden.
There’s a definite metaphor here, a clear lesson, but to heck with that. August and flowers. They’ll last little enough as it is.
Enjoy your flowers.
Will do!
It looks fab
Thank you! Smells delicious, too.
As long as they feed your soul when you look, as you wander, when you need to reap, Brett Ann.
Sounds lush and gorgeous.