The landscapers are gone now. They have left me with my new,
empty garden. A green carpet in a room with with no adornment other than a wall of spruce.
I do have a few treasures I saved from last summer when I just couldn't help myself and shopped at the end-of-season sales. Suprisingly, they all survived.
So many ways to paint a blank canvas.
There is much to do and much to decide. But right now, it is just so peaceful. As we wait for the grass to settle in, I sit out on the steps and stare. I walk around the edges of the beds and dream.
I feel blessed to have this little space to call my own. I know this garden will be the site of many happy family events, soft days, and cherished memories. I am truly grateful.
Soon, the grass will have knit itself into the earth and I will lay on my back in the yard on a warm night and stare at the stars.
And then, I will begin to garden.
The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth. ~Chinese Proverb
