… How does your garden grow?
So goes the time-old question. Well, I suppose it just does, Mary may have said.
With a bit of food, light and water, of course.
Yesterday afternoon I made some time to spend in my little jungle after neglecting it for many months. And I think that not only does a garden grow with well … gardening, but I think my heart grew quite a bit because of it too. Maybe it’s the English blood, maybe it was just the sunny weather (I was in a T-shirt and jeans in the throws of winter), not a cloud in sight … no sounds except a lot of chirping and tweeting (no twitfaces here, though), and the perpetually glorious view of the mountains.
With silver bells and cockleshells … and pretty maids all in a row.
All I needed to round off the picture were a few cows languidly chewing nearby and a butterfly on my forehead. These were not on hand at the time, so I settled for a decent glass of red wine in the end.
Mary would have approved, I’m sure.