I remember when I was quite young, five or four . . . and I was at a birthday
party where I was quite bored and lonely for I was so shy and never quite
knew how to BE with other kids. . .
There was a beautiful, shady back yard with
many plants everywhere and a lovely lady took me under her wings
and guided me around the garden for a time,
sharing with me her knowledge of
the plants that grew like wild things there . ..
giving me leaves to sniff and
insects to observe closely
and songs of the birds to hear . . .
I never forgot those moments,
the peacefulness and the awe I felt . . .
and I have always wanted to emulate that space
in time ever since . .. for I believe that that was
heaven and that lady was an angel . . .
giving me a gift to cherish forever . . .
Today in the jungle of my yard . . .
I remembered the gardens of my life . . .
Cultivated or not, life is everywhere . . .
Each thing unique to its kind . . .
And each thing unique to itself . . .
As the canopy of life gives us breath . . .
The basics of life gives us strength . . .
The colors of life give us heart . . .
The windows of life give us vision . . .
The vistas of life give us surprises . . .
The closeness of life gives us love.
All pictures taken in my tiny back yard . . . it's a jungle out there . . .
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