We are being forced into transformations. We have ducked the issues for too long. We need to look at our food production, our consumption, our waste, our inequalities.
We can all make micro-reparations. If we don’t address our mistakes and if we don’t acknowledge that we have contributed to the problem – and ignoring it is contributing to the problem – we are staying stuck. Our collective shame and suffering will never end.
For the first time since I started blogging, I find myself unable to say anything useful about the garden. We need to listen without prejudice. Really listen. And then we need to change. White privilege affects everything we do and everything we think. Until we acknowledge that, we cannot change. Black Lives Matter. No ifs…
Life is sweet. Drink it in.
You get beautiful blooms, from bud to maturity. You get scent. You get stunning foliage. You get a full, rounded growth habit. You get a rose which is easy to partner with other plants. You get health. You get joy, over and over and over again.
I am thankful for moments of quiet. In between meetings, I open the window, and breathe.
Gardening is the perfect antidote to inertia or workaholism. Find your sensory pleasure, games to play and flow state here…
The poppies and peonies will be here soon. For now, I will sit here drinking my coffee, appreciating the twinkling from the rose foliage.
I am a tulip devotee. I see them as a reward for getting through winter. They are a celebration life.
A video walk around the garden.
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world
That has such people in ’t!
There will be dark times, there will be light. There will be time to open up, time to close down. We’re all learning.