It seems like every week I’ve decided upon a new thing to do, a new thing to grow, a new possible future. But I swear, this is it. Perennial flowers. What better thing to ground my life and existence then that? What if I planted flowers that begged me to root myself? Ones that demanded intensive energy for years before they flowered? That encouraged me to set up a growing plan for myself, a development model based on long term sustainability and also created opportunities for a constant presence of being.
Flowers.
Perennial Flowers.
I’ve begun to make cuttings in secret from the up garden. Shush. Don’t tell.
No comments:
Post a Comment