*Thank you for being nice to me*
I think about people happy in their gardens and it makes it easier for me when I have little to do. Tonight I had a frollicking conversation about the arts. The closest I've come to doing garden work in a long time is a big waterproof mural I painted with one of the other clubhouse members hoping to get it hung permanently on the garden wall at the club. There must be a similar mystique, brush stroke by brush stroke, to the sort of abstract painting that involves me once I get started on a work, and what you have to do, lovingly, in touch with dirt, seeds, water and hand tools, in garden work, the care, attention and adrenaline involved. I think of Ikebana, insitu.
